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Peaches

By: Diane Marie



(I recently read a story posted here written by Ray McKenna, called 'Lap Dancer'. I suppose it caught my eye because of my interest in stripping. Other reasons to but I wouldn't want to bore you with those.) 

I'm also a bit of an exhibitionist and I've always wanted to perform in a club, not just perform but to be paid for doing so. That does equate to becoming a stripper, just a short term contract a week or two. 

Maybe all the things that happened in Ray's story could have happened, maybe Tyler always wanted to be a stripper, maybe Tyler had cheated before, maybe she already had a relationship with suit. Maybe there was something lacking it their marriage, something that made Tyler feel the need to be with someone else. Maybe her stripping had changed her attitude about casual sex. Maybe it was just that her husband was a horrible lay. I could imagine myself in Tyler's situation, but for any of what happened to be believable, wouldn't you need to know how I could go to those extremes. What was on the inside that made me become a stripper, then hide that from my husband. Most importantly what kind of a relationship did I have with my husband. 

Who was the I in Ray's story, he couldn't have been this average guy he was portrayed as, normal men would have walked away. Most real men get upset even when their wives flirt to much, it doesn't take much for me to imagine how most men would have reacted. That tells me that Ray had to have some reason for allowing himself to be humiliated. 

What truly made Tyler have sex with suit, even though her husband was watching. Some of you my not think so, but having your husband, or for that matter anyone your in love with, watch you make love to someone else isn't an easy thing. I guess what really lost me the most is having no idea of how the writer (Ray) and Tyler got to this point in there lives. I'm sorry guys but no woman is going to become a stripper just because her husband bugs her about going to a strip club with him. If you don't believe me then ask your wife. I can buy the idea that she went first to only watch and learn, but going to a strip club by themselves would be impossible for most women to do, even if they wanted to go. Tyler at least for me didn't fit the roll. Ray did a good job of portraying her as a stripper, but the idea she went from an average wife, who was frustrated because her husband didn't seem to desire her, just doesn't work for me, there would have to be more to Tyler then that. 

Anyway I'm one who wants to know why things happen, that of course is not always possible in a short story, but hints can at least be offered. Not that Ray didn't try some of that but the hints he did gave weren't enough for me to believe his characters. They just didn't fit the story. 

I did like the concept, it made me wonder what would the two people have to be like to make it happen. Ray's ending could never be mine, basically their life just goes on as before, save for the benefit of him getting a hard on from his wife's new career. I don't see that happening, even if there was no change in Ray, I assure you Tyler had experienced to much to have not changed, changed a lot. 

I can't help but think Ray's feeling would have changed to, he may so love his wife that he'd do nothing, but no matter how much of a hard on he got from watching, he would have felt betrayed. Betrayal is not so easily dealt with in the real world, it comes with a price. I know, I had to pay for my own betrayal of someone I loved, I assure you it was very costly, the price was paid in something that can never be bought or sold, love more accurately lost love. 

Here's a situation similar to Ray's story, not a take off of his story but my story inspired by his. One last thing, I love the name Tyler, it would be a great name for a stripper. Kind of sexy I think.) 

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Shortly after David arrived at work Wednesday his secretary, Debbie, came into his office, after handing him an envelope, she said, "Laura dropped this off for you last Friday. She said it was very important that I didn't give it to you until this morning." While taking the envelope from Debbie's hand, David responded more to himself then to Debbie, "Just like Laura to spring something on me at the last minute." Being somewhat annoyed that Debbie hadn't given the envelope to him right away, David dismissed her with the wave of his hand. 

As he examined the envelope David was sure he'd forgotten something, anniversary of their first date or some other equally trivial event in their life together. David would never forget any of the important dates, like their anniversary or Laura's birthday, if he did Debbie made sure to remind him. David even counted on Debbie to make sure he had an appropriate present to give Laura on those occasions. The only problem was that Laura always put so much importance on those insignificant events in their lives, ones that David never remembered. Throwing the envelope on his desk, David walked out of his office to attend a sales meeting he had scheduled.

It didn't take long for curiosity to get the better of David. The meeting hadn't been five minutes old when he realized he should have at least looked in the envelope. Laura hadn't done anything like this in a long time. Despite the importance of the sales meeting, David couldn't get his mind off that envelope and what it may contain. Notwithstanding his feeling that he'd missed something that was special to Laura, there were other possibilities to what could be in that envelope. Laura had used a similar message the night she finally granted David's wish to play out one of his favorite fantasies. 

The more David contemplated Laura's intentions the harder it became to think of much else. Nine or ten months ago something like this would have been a common occurrence. Laura was always doing something special, sending him love notes, invitations to meet her for a special night out, sometimes she'd even send him flowers. Up until today, David hadn't even comprehended the fact that Laura had stopped doing those kind of things for him. Other more important things, namely his career had replaced the importance of Laura's and his life together. The more he thought, the more he realized that wasn't the only thing that had changed in their lives. 

Some how Laura and he had grown apart, it had been so gradual that he'd hardly noticed. It occurred to him that over the last year that distance had increased. Worse yet over the last few months they'd becoming more like roommates then husband and wife. David understood that had mostly to do with Laura, she'd always been the one to keep their relationship on track, demanding that he took the time for the them part of his life. 

It wasn't that David didn't think their relationship was important, not even that he resented the time she used to demand of him. It was just that David had his career to think about. David was on the move up, he had to work long and hard, if he didn't someone else would take his future from him. He never could understand Laura's beliefs that money wasn't very important, especially if you couldn't take time to enjoy having it. Beside there was so much more to his desire to get ahead then just money, he wanted to be recognized, he wanted the power that someone in a high position had, but most of all he wanted people to envy his achievements.

As David continued upon this line of thinking, he could almost pin point the exact time that Laura had stopped playing her love games, as he liked to think of them. It had all stopped shortly after the loss of her job. In David's mind her job loss shouldn't have even mattered, it wasn't a very important job. David couldn't understand why Laura had taken the loss of her job so badly. It was such an insignificant thing in David's life that he couldn't see nor understand how devastating her job loss was to Laura. They'd talked about it some, but David really hadn't paid much attention. The truth was he hadn't paid much attention to anything she'd said to him in a long time. Even when he was home, his mind was always at work, something he had intended to rectify, especially after the fight they had about just that, his not listening. He really had felt Laura had been unreasonably that night, sure Laura had made plans for them to go away for the weekend but they could do that anytime. He couldn't understand why her having to change her plans, just that once, was such a big deal.

David reasoned it wasn't that he didn't want to listen. Laura just needed to get his attention before saying things. Lately Laura refused to do that, if he didn't hear her the first time, and he asked her what she said, she'd make some smart ass remark, her favorite being "I don't chew my cabbage twice," then refuse to repeat it for him. David reckoned that if the house was on fire and he hadn't heard Laura yell fire the first time, he'd burn to death. David was sure when things at work slowed down he'd be able to rectify their communications problem. That is when he didn't have so many more important things on his mind, then he'd be able to listen to Laura's chit chat.

David tried to compel his mind back to the matters at hand but the harder he tried the more he thought about Laura and their relationship. He started to realize more and more things had changed between them, not just the fact Laura had stopped playing her games and he'd stopped listening to her. It used to be that when he'd work late Laura would always be home waiting for him. Now a lot of those nights she'd get home after he would, some nights quite a bit after him. Adding to that she was now going out on her own, at least once a week with a new girlfriends she'd made. Something else she'd never done before. David really didn't mind that much, her new girlfriends, Brandy was a real beauty.

David liked Brandy, she was always touching him when they'd talked, he knew some people were just that way, but just the thought that it may be more then that gave David goose bumps. Brandy was even more touchy with Laura, not just touchy either, they'd hold hands something hug, David didn't object to that, thinking of them going beyond just touching and holding was sexually stimulating. Laura had always been open about sex, so David felt no hindrance one night telling her that he fantasized about a threesome with Brandy and her. Normally even if David had a fantasy that Laura wasn't willing to participate in, she'd at least allow him to verbally play it out during their love making. He was astonished by her reaction that night, she looked at him with a very painful look on her face, then said "It's been weeks since you touched me, and all you want to talk about is threesome with Brandy." They still ended up making love but to David it seemed like Laura was more going through the motions then really making love. She didn't even have an orgasm which was unusual for Laura. Much to his regret David assumed a threesome with Brandy was out of the question.

Thinking about Brandy and a threesome turned David's attention to Laura's and his sex life, and how much it had changed. He'd been working long hours and he was tried most of the time so he hadn't really objected to this. The more he examined it, the more he realized how unlike Laura that was, she wasn't one to do without sex. Laura always had a high libido, they'd always had plenty of sex. The last few months had been really sexless, the few times he'd wanted sex, Laura would find some excuse not to. For that matter she avoided doing anything that would sexually stimulate him, even to the point of getting undressed and dressed in the bathroom when he was around, and long past were the nights of her sleeping naked next to him.

David never really understood Laura's need for so much sex. Laura did like sex, but her needs weren't as great as David assumed they we're, what Laura craved was an expression of David's love and affection, and it seemed as time went on David lacked the ability to give that except in bed. The truth was if their relationship had been based on Laura's sex drive, it would have been over long ago. David had never really fulfilled those desires in Laura, he just wasn't the lover she needed for purely sexual pleasure. But because she loved David, she'd suppressed those desires and replaced them with a more loving kind of sex, not always physically satisfying but fulfilling her need for feeling his love. In turn Laura tried to satisfy David's ego by always faking orgasms, though she rarely had any. 

In fact if Laura had chosen someone purely on the bases of sex, David would not have been her choice. He was an adequate lover but he wasn't a great lover. Physically he wasn't unappealing but he was somewhat short, at least by Laura's standards, she being only slightly shorter then his 5' 10", and David's build was on thin with very little muscle tone, bony would be Laura's description. Not Laura's choice by any means in a lover's physically attributes. Laura had always preferred men who were ruggedly handsome, tall and well muscled, though not over built like a body builder. If Laura had even considered sexual desire or sexual attraction in her decision to first date David, she never would have. At first she dated David only because he reminded her of a shy little puppy. Eagerly approaching her but then backing away when she'd respond to him. When he finally did get up enough courage to ask her out she only decided to go with him because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. She did find that she liked David, at first only as a friend, never considering their relationship anything other then platonic. 

As David continued to think about Laura, the more convinced he became that whatever was in that envelope was Laura's way of getting them back on track. David was sure that Laura was setting up one of her special nights out. He was hoping it would be their game of pick up. Laura would dress real sexy, kind of slutty, then go to one of the local club. David would arrive a few minutes later then watch as Laura danced and flirted with stranger the rest of the night. Then at a preset time David would ask her to dance, then leave with her as if she'd picked him over all those other men. 

The nights David liked the most were those that Laura drank to much. On those nights Laura would get really wild, allowing the guys she found attractive to take some liberties, mostly kissing and fondling her bums, but on a few occasions she even allowed guys to feel her breasts. Once she'd gotten really wild with this guy, she later described as a real hunk, she let him lift her dress up and feel her buns and sex. On more then one occasion that night David watched Laura feel him in turn. Watching them that night David had been sure Laura was going to complete the next step in his fantasy. David had always tried to get Laura to go one step farther, go out into the parking lot with some guy and have sex with him. David didn't just want her to have sex with someone else he wanted to watch. Laura would always joke that he lost his chance, he should have told her that when they first started dating, she'd do just about anything to turn a guy on back then. Then she'd add "It's your own fault I'm such a prude, everything changed when I fell in love with you." The problem being Laura wasn't a prude, her prudish behavior had been her way of controlling her own desires. The more of David's fantasies she played out the more that prudish facade disappeared. 

David would have been the first to admit that this strange desire of his, watching his wife make love to someone else, was not normal. It didn't come without a price either, once David had finally convinced Laura to participate in his fantasy, thus making part of it a reality. He was surprised at how jealous he could become, the night he was sure Laura would end up having sex, it was so bad his stomach hurt. He reasoned that it had more to do with the guy Laura was with then just that he got jealous. Though David would never admit it, not even to himself, he felt inferior to tall, powerfully built men, which of course was Laura's choice in the men she'd flirt with. Being the sexual high David felt from watching Laura was so immense, he'd convinced himself that he could get passed that, even with a man like that. Even thinking that if Laura would become sexually active with other men that his jealousy would eventually go away.

Laura on the other hand, didn't have David's faith that he could deal with her unfaithfulness. She was sure he couldn't handle watching her make love to a man who could bring her to the same sexual heights that some of her past lovers had. She did of course want to experience those pleasures again, she truly wished that David was that kind of lover. She'd even felt at one time he could be, Laura still believed that making love was mostly something a person learned and in fact David had become somewhat better but there were just some men who seemed to be able to take her to places David could not. Laura hadn't been sure why she had allowed David to push her into playing out some of his fantasies. She hated to admit it to herself but she started to look forward to those nights out, experiencing some of the same freedoms she'd allowed herself before David. She knew that if she didn't stop playing David's game, it wouldn't really be a game much longer. Could their relationship really survive that, she had her doubts. 

By the time David left the meeting he was so horny he had a hard on, it had been embarrassing holding his portfolio in front of his genitalia as he left. As soon as David got back to his office he tore open the envelope. Inside he found a very formal looking invitation. On the front of the invitation were four lines of gold type, the first had been partially scratched off leaving only parts of what appeared to be three words 'sty's Gentle lu', the next line read 'Is Proud To Present', under that 'For Your Entertainment' then the last line, 'Preaches', at the bottom was a logo that seemed real familiar to David but he just couldn't place it. 

On the inside was gold lettering also, this lettering had been scratched off almost completely. Over top of which Laura had written a note, 'My love, tonight you get to live one of your wildest fantasies. I pray that when it's over it's one you really wanted. I'm very sure you have meetings planned all day long, cancel them! I said cancel them, not change them to your office, I'll know if you do that. No David my spy is not Debbie, she's to loyal to you, but others aren't . Heed my words David I'll know. It's time you spend the day thinking about me! I'll call sometime today with further instructions, don't leave your office or you may miss my call, if you do, tonight may well be someone else's fantasy night. With all my heart Peaches.'

At first all David felt was anger, no way was he going to stay in his office all day, he had work to do. In fact, in less then five minute he was suppose to meet with the head of production, he wasn't about to cancel that meeting, it was just to important. If Laura didn't like it, then she could just forget this game of hers. Just as David was about to walk out his office door, it hit him that Laura had used her old nickname, Peaches. In his anger at being told what to do, not asked, he'd missed the significance of Laura using her old nickname all together. 

Peaches was Laura's nickname before she and David had become an item, one she had asked him to stop using the night she'd told him she loved him. Laura had told David she'd been given that nick name after a wild night at one of the fraternity houses where they'd both gone to school. After that every time she'd see any of the guys that had been there that night, they'd call her Peaches. The nick stuck, and it wasn't long before everyone she knew was calling her Peaches. Laura never did tell David about night, not because she was ashamed, she just knew that no matter what David said, he wouldn't be able to deal with what had happened. When Laura fell in love with David, she decided that her wilder side had to go, and with it the nick. Laura felt some loss when she decided that she had to be exclusive with David. Her wildness and open sexuality was so much a part of her being, giving that up was by no means easy. It wasn't something David demanded. She knew that David wanted to be part of that side of her life, but she felt she knew him better then he knew himself, their relationship couldn't stand up under those conditions.


Peaches



I stood there at the door rubbing my cock through my shorts. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. Right there in front of me was Tim on all fours on the bed. My daddy was behind him fucking him real good.

Tim is our neighbor he is about 23, 6 foot tall dark hair and solid as a rock. I never expected him as being gay. My daddy was shoving all ten inches of his manhood deep into his bowels. I watched as I striped off my clothes. My cock was hard as a rock. I opened up the door my dad turned and smiled to me. I dropped down on my knees. I was eye to eye with his cock. He spread his legs and a crawled between him and Tim. Tim was huge. His cock had to be bigger than daddy’s. I licked the under side of his cock sack. I took one his balls in my mouth and started sucking on it. I took one of my free hands massaged my daddy’s balls while they against Tim’s.

I could feel my daddy starting to tense up and knew all to well that meant Tim was about to get a belly full of my daddy’s love cream. Daddy pulled out and placed the head of his cock in my mouth. The first wave went straight down my throat. I leaned in and started sucking him dry. He filled me up and made sure I didn’t lose not one drop.

Tim rolled over and watched as I finished off my daddy. After I cleaned him up I turned to Tim who was now sitting up in the bed stroking his cock. I started to crawl up the bed and help him out when my daddy pulled me to the foot of the bed.

“Not so quick sweetheart. I laid you some clothes out on your bed go try them on and then come back too see us.”

“Yes sir,” I said. He swatted my tanned ass as I walked out of the room.

“And hurry up. We shouldn’t make our guests wait too long.”

I went to my room and there on my bed was my Alabama Cheerleader outfit. Daddy bought it for me while he was on business in Tuscaloosa last fall. My daddy has been making me dress like a girl for 4 years now. I really shouldn’t say making me. He came home from work and found dressed in mothers sexy undies and bra. From then on my life changed forever. My mother works out of town a lot and we she is gone daddy and I enjoy ourselves. However this is the first time anyone else has joined in our fun.

I looked in the mirror when I finished dressing. I smiled to myself because I knew I was hot in my crimson and white. I ran down the hall back mom and daddy’s room. Daddy and Tim were gone.

“We are down here Peaches.” My daddy called out. Daddy always calls me Peaches when we are alone.

I went down the stairs to find Tim and daddy lying in the middle of the floor. Daddy was sucking on Tim’s enormous cock. They smiled as I walked into the room.

“He’s ready for you Peaches.”

I walked over to him and got on my knees and took daddy’s place sucking on him. I licked the head of his manhood. Tasting his precum. Savoring it. God he tasted good. I lowered my head even further slipping the head of his cock down my throat. Slowly I eased him out of my throat. Slowly his head was on the tip of my tongue. This was the first time I had been with anyone other then my daddy. I was glad daddy chose a stud like Tim.

I slowly sucked on him as my daddy finger fucked my boy pussy. He was rubbing lube deep as his fingers would allow. I pulled my head off Tim’s cock.

I looked deep into his, “will you please fuck me Mr. Sherman?”

“Yes.”

I eased my way up his body. I lifted my skirt. My ass was inches away from his cock.

“You look beautiful Peaches.”

I could feel myself blush as I thanked him.

I lowered my boy pussy on the head of his cock slowly I slid all of his cock into me. I leaned forward and open my mouth. Our tongues met each other. He ran his tongue down my throat and I sucked on it. We kissed for eternity. Exploring each other’s mouth. He started sucking on my neck. I started cumming. I shot my load all over his chest. I rose up and smeared my cum all over his hairy chest.

“Fuck me lover.” I told him

Slowly I eased him out of my ass. Then I started bouncing up and down on his man hood. I was in heaven as cock filled me up. Tim grabbed hold of my waist and rolled me over onto my back. Never taking his cock out of me. He grabbed my ankles and started sucking my toes as he plunged even deeper into my boy pussy.

God it must have been a hundred degrees in our living room. We both were covered in sweat. I had forgotten all about daddy. There he was stroking his cock with one hand recording us on the video camera. 

I closed my eyes as Tim ravished my body. He now had hold of my wrists as his cock was buried time after time into me. His pace quickened and lunged one more time into me. His eyes were closed and I knew he was on the verge of a powerful orgasm. He had the look on his face that my daddy has 22 times he has been with his Peaches.

“I’m Cummmmmmiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg,” he groaned as he filled my up with his love seed. I rubbed his chest. Twirling my fingers in his thick hair. Our mouths met again as we explored one another again. I could feel his cock deflating in my ass.

I never knew love before but I knew I was in love with Tim. We broke our kiss and he rolled off me. I lay there exhausted. Tim got up dressed and headed towards the door. My daddy walked him out. I heard daddy say “We’ll do cards tonight at John’s house.”


“Are you going to bring Peaches with you.”

“We couldn’t party if we didn’t have Peaches now could we?”

I smiled. I knew I was in for a treat tonight, daddy was finally taking me out.



Peaches



It was a beautiful, sunny spring day. A perfect day for a ride. You take Peaches from where she was parked and take her for a bath. Your hands lovingly wash off the dust and grime that have accumulated since late fall. Soon she is gleaming in the sunlight, sure to attract many a jealous look from people as you drive by.

Before Peaches is fully dry in the sun, a car pulls up in front of your house. Your partner in crime has arrived!! :D She grins at you as she climbs out of her tracker and calls out a warm greeting. She runs her hand reverently over Peaches' seat as she admires your cleaning job. She looks up at you, and you can feel her excitement about going for a ride with you.

You walk around your bike and stand close to her. Her brown hair shimmering slightly red in the sun. You murmur something about how glad she could come, and gently touch her face and kiss her soundly.

She looks dazed and breathless when you release your hold on her. You gently place a helmet on her head and buckle it, kiss her nose, and put your own on. You climb on Peaches and wait for her to mount behind you. Soon you feel full breasts and thighs against you. You smile wickedly at the thought of all that's pressed against you, glad the woman behind you can't see your face or read your thoughts. 

She has her eyes shut, enjoying the smell and feel of you, and jumps when you bring Peaches to life, roaring. You laugh, and you're off down the road. Her arms come tight around you, smooshing her breasts further into your back. 

You both had decided days ago to go riding in the National park, to enjoy the spring growth, and to take a little hike. You both point out the wildlife you all see along the way to your hiking spot. You know her legs are getting tired from sitting so long, and in an unaccustomed position. Finally you all arrive at the hiking spot, or at least the tiny parking lot that proceeds it. You park and dismount. She remains sitting, and laughs that she needs some help getting off since she lost feeling in her ass and legs a while ago. You smile as she stumbles into you as she gets her legs under her again. You pull out the picnic lunch you had made and head for the woods, holding hands. 

About ten minutes into the hike, you spy a deer path through the woods, and on a hunch, you follow it, pulling her along behind you. She follows you without question. Soon, you all find yourselves in a beautiful small clearing with some wild daisies. You find a perfect flat spot to have your sandwiches and a drink. You all make small talk. Talking about the beautiful landscape you all had seen along the way. She tells you how much she enjoyed riding with you today and being with you. You lean over and gently kiss her. The kiss rapidly deepens, becoming more passionate, your hand sliding slowly up her warm skin under her shirt. Soon your hands meet her bra. You look at her, a pleading look in your eyes. Wanting to see those breasts you have seen so many times, but just couldn't touch. She smile broadly, sits back and removes her shirt for you. Her bra quickly follows. Her heavy breasts, sun kissed and glistening from the effort of hiking beckons you. You lean forward and take a hardened peak in your mouth, slowly drawing milk out. She sighs deeply as she gives into the sensation. You quickly drain her breasts and lay her back in the soft grass. Soon you find both of yourselves naked.

You slowly run your hands over her tired and sore legs. Massaging and gently kissing away the aching that will be sure to follow tomorrow, but bringing an aching need to other places for the moment. She holds her arms out to you and invites you to fill and complete her. You comply, your hardness melting into her soft folds. You ride her slowly, letting her feel every inch of yourself. You gently piston in and out of her, both of you riding towards completion. Soon two voices cry out into the quiet afternoon air as you pour your soul into hers.

You lay within each other's arms and drift to sleep in the warm sun. A few hours later, you awaken, kiss gently, dress, and head back to Peaches. Once again back on the bike that helped to bring you all together, you drive towards home, off into a rosy sunset.



Peaches



As a child, my favorite season was summer. I remember being young, perhaps six or seven, and my grandmother, my brother, my sisters and I would go to an orchard several miles away to pick peaches. 

We could have bought them at the supermarket, but store bought peaches were never as good as fresh ones. Picking peaches was yearly ritual until I was in my early teens. I reached puberty and thought that I was too mature to go pick fruit with my family. I never realized how lucky I was until I no longer had the opportunity to feel a peach loosen and relinquish it's hold on the tree that had given it life.

One day, my boyfriend and I were traveling to Gatlinburg Tennessee for a short vacation. As we sped along Interstate 26, signs began to appear as if ghosts of my childhood.

"Fresh Peaches, 2 Miles Ahead"

I watched as the sign disappeared behind the car and grew tiny in the rear-view mirror. Somewhere inside I had a longing for a peach. I needed to feel that soft yet firm fruit in my hand. It had been years since I felt he tingle of a peach's fuzz as it pressed against my lips, begging to be consumed by the child inside of me.

The aroma of a fresh peach is southern, it's summer, and it's special. I don't know of any other experience to compare it with. It is a jewel plucked from a tree, a prize that the victor can eat without guilt or remorse. I couldn't stop fantasizing about my childhood as we passed sign after sign advertising fresh peaches. 

Finally the desire overwhelmed me and I begged my boyfriend to pull over at the next orchard.

He didn't want to stop, and when he asked "why?" I told him. I had an insatiable desire for a peach. He informed me that there were numerous markets in Gatlinburg. I was quick to point out that there is no comparison to a freshly harvested peach and I felt sad that he had never enjoyed that particular experience.

Rick agreed to stop, if I would make it quick, and I practically jumped from the Jeep and made a bee-line for the peach farmer who had taken up residence on his porch. Something about that grizzled man reminded me of my father.

The old fellow was sitting in a cane backed rocker on his front porch, a piece of straw in his mouth, pondering the wonders of the universe. Or perhaps wondering what his wife was cooking for dinner.

Something inside me wanted to call him "Daddy," but I didn't. It seems that people become too restrained as they age and I was no different.

It seemed like an eternity before that old farmer even said hello but it was only a second or two before he was welcoming us into his world. A woman, (I assumed his wife),opened the screened door and offered me a glass of tea.

"You come ta get some peaches, Honey?" She asked. "Oh, what a silly question, of course you did!" She scolded herself and disappeared inside her home.

The sweet tea was crisp, cold and wonderful, but I could smell the peaches as I stood on the porch with Rick and the farmer. Time seemed endless as the sun scalded my shoulders. I enjoyed talking with the man, but I wanted a peach.

Now, to a person not from the South, taking the time to talk with the farmer might have been an inconvenience. I have known many people who only wanted to complete the task at hand and move on. But part of the beauty of the South is taking the time to talk to people; getting to know them, even if only for a few minutes. As I visited with the farmer, the peaches grew their own voices and called me to them.

The sweetness of ripe fruit overtook any other scent that might have attempted to make its way to my nostrils. As I craned my neck towards the recesses of the orchard, I could see people harvesting fruit, and I wondered if they worked for the farmer or if they were customers off the highway.

The sound of rattling ice startled me and I turned around to see a young man standing near the door. He smiled at me and motioned for me to follow him. As we made our way down the steps, the old farmer warned me to watch out for bees.

The young man was dressed in jeans and a cut-off tee shirt. He had a farmer's tan on his neck and arms. His blond hair was cut short and spiked on top and he was wearing an earring in his left ear.

I followed him into the orchard where he handed me a basket. "If you need any help, just ask. I'll be right over there." He pointed towards an undefined area where I could find him should the need arise.

The dirt in the orchard was a rich, dark red and it caked into my high heels as I walked through it. Finally I removed my shoes; discarding them beside a tree which had already been relieved of its precious bounty.

Basket in hand, my eyes were set on a tree near the middle of the orchard and I hurried. Almost running, I could not wait to reach up and pull my prize from the tree.

There was an odd feeling all around me, like a vague memory, but more than a dream. It was a memory of having been there before. I loved the way that old ghost visited me that day;it reminded me that I gave up picking peaches too soon. 

I decided then and there, that if I ever had a child, I would make certain that he or she would enjoy this experience at least once in his/her life. But as I made my way across the red clay and the hay that had been spread under the trees, there was an uncertainty about my life that seemed grossly out of place. That uncertainty, I later realized, was grief at the loss of my youth. It was grief at the loss of no longer picking peaches.

Now, for someone who has never had the pleasure of picking fresh peaches, there are a few things that you should know. The trees are not tall. The branches are pruned so as to make them strong enough to hold the burden of hundreds of pounds of fruit. And the limbs are cut so that they hang low over a person's head, and reaching up is not too difficult. 

The farmers often have milk crates set out so short people (like me) will have something to stand on if necessary. Warnings about bees are not without merit, but bees are usually more concerned with the fresh fruit at their disposal.

The tree I chose was shaped like a deformed diamond. The branches were filled with huge, ripe, luscious peaches. Every one I touched seemed willing to give its sweet self to me. I put the basket on the ground and scooted the crate beneath a branch that looked as though it was about to break. 

I reached for a fruit the size of a baseball. It was almost perfectly round, but had a little elliptical dent on one side. It was perfect.

Its skin was rosy pink, light yellow and dark red all on one piece of fruit. Just as I had remembered, the peach was warm to the touch. I didn't want to climb off the crate repeatedly, so I pulled my shirt loose from my jeans and made a sort of blouse basket. One by one, I pulled peaches from the tree and placed them in the shallow of my shirt. 

They were so pert and smelled so good. I knew then that it was not so much the peaches that I longed for, but the act of harvesting them. For that short half hour, I was a little girl again. 

I could hear my grandmother telling me how great the ice cream would be. I could see my brother and my little sister fighting over who would carry the basket back to the car. I remembered the look of relief on my mother's face as my grandmother rescued her from four children for half a day. 

That peach orchard was not just a place to buy fruit, it was a sanctuary for people who spent too much time working or watching television. It was heaven because our grandmother loved us enough to take us to an orchard rather than giving us cookies and hours of televised cartoons.

My shirt was filled to capacity. It had pulled so far away from my body that my breasts were almost exposed. I knelt down and placed the peaches in the basket. One by one, they all found a place in the yellow-tan wicker vessel.

I lifted the basket and proceeded towards the house. I had picked my fruit and breathed in the fresh, fruity air. It seemed I had accomplished what I had intended, but something was missing.

I climbed the steps to the porch, feeling a bit confused. I should have been happy just then, but I was not quite sure what I was feeling. I could almost describe myself as feeling lost. 

I put the basket down and looked at the old man and my boyfriend. Rick was sweating; he wasn't accustomed to this heat, but the old man looked as comfortable as he had when we arrived. The farmer smiled at me as I stood there looking at him. I just didn't know what to say.

"Well, cutie, you get enough of my peaches? You looked mighty sweet reaching up in that tree. Yes, I was watching you. Reminded me of my daughter when she was little. Says she hates peaches now. Had to pick too many when she was a child."

The man removed the piece of straw from his mouth and reached into the pocket of his faded blue overalls. He pulled out a small knife which he opened and handed to me. 

"Well, aren't you gonna taste one before you run off to the mountains?"

Instantly I knew what was missing. I had to have at least one peach before I left. That was a tradition. The customer always tasted one before leaving. Seeing the expressions on the faces of his customers, as they enjoyed their first peach of the season, was validation for his season of hard work and worry.

I bent over and took that tricolored peach out of the basket. I had placed it on top because it was the only one that looked exactly like that. It was unique, so it had to be delicious. I raised it to my nose and deeply breathed it in.

Sweet, fresh, summer. I handed the knife back to the farmer. I was not going to cut into the flesh of that beautiful fruit with a steel blade.

As I slowly raised the peach to my lips, I could sense everyone watching me as though I were about to drink some magic potion, or poison. The old man and his family, along with Rick, were staring at me as I raised the fruit to my mouth.

Before the peach ever touched my lips, I could feel the tickle of its fuzzy skin. I chose the dented, elliptical side to bite into. 

The juice escaped from the wound and dripped out of the corners of my mouth. I could feel the nectar flowing over my chin and down my neck, into the top of my bra.

We paid the farmer six dollars for that basket of peaches and as Rick and I walked towards the car, I took one last look back. The old man and his family were sitting on the porch enjoying their tea and laughing. 

The peach trees, lined up like so many obedient soldiers, beckoned travelers from the highway. I looked towards the orchard. I could see my grandmother, brother and sisters picking peaches.

I closed the car door and left the memories in the orchard to pick peaches with the ghosts. But this time, I left that piece of myself that should have been left there, many years ago.



Peaches



It was ninety-degrees out today and the blue, Georgia sky promised only more heat to come. Far from where she was sitting on her back porch, Peaches could see the glassy surface of the stream out behind her house. The sound of running water and the silver shine of the stream was almost enough to make Peaches get up from where she was sitting on her front porch and jump into the water.

But Peaches was no fool. She knew that black clouds of mosquitoes would chase her back to the house and she'd spend the rest of the night in a hot bath with chamomile to soothe the itching. While a night spent in a hot bath might have otherwise seemed pleasant, the thought of submerging herself in a tub of hot water when she was already sliding around inside her sweaty clothes seemed too high a price to pay.

Instead of jumping in the water and splashing around like a child, Peaches sat on her front porch and sweated. She sweated and she ate popsicles. She was uncomfortable, she was tired, and she wanted to go inside. However, she had a reason for sitting on her porch. She had a reason for sweating her way through her sundress instead of sipping something cool on her living room sofa.

The air conditioner repairman was now six hours late. What made this all the more infuriating was that this was a Saturday and the office was only open from ten to three. For the past two hours, Peaches had received only two hasty calls from the guy's cell, and the office apparently meant it when they said they closed at three P.M. on a Saturday because they never returned a single one of her calls and the message system now picked up after one ring and asked her to call back during business hours. Then, the message reminded her of those hours (which was becoming more infuriating each time she heard it) and the company's voicemail disconnected the call.

Because he was the only one from the company that called her, the repairman (who said he was "held up at a job that ran long") had received the full brunt of her anger. Even though he apologized, seemed to mean it, and said that he was just a contractor helping out a sick friend for the day, she demanded that he explain why no one answered the phone at the office, how it was that her home wasn't the first job completed for the day, and to disclose his yearly pay.

Of course, he really couldn't answer a single one of her questions, but said that he would absolutely be there today. Peaches told him what she'd have waiting for him when he showed up and he apologized again before she hung up on him. 

Just to stay pissed off so she'd have a full head of steam when he arrived, Peaches had been sitting on the porch since his last call, a little over an hour ago. It was absolutely crazy and she realized that, but she was not going to let this guy show up with an "aw shucks" grin and some halfhearted apology after wasting her entire Saturday.

If Lamar had arrived ten minutes later, Peaches would have gone inside, drank a glass of ice water, rolled up a blunt, and as a result of the weed and the temperature change, she would have been considerably less hostile when he knocked on her door.

However, Lamar Perry did not arrive ten minutes later. He arrived exactly when he did, and as a result, Peaches watched his shiny white van pull into her yard and idle for a few moments before the engine went quiet and the driver's door opened. She did not have the calming presence of marijuana to remind her that this was not worth the effort. She did not have a cool glass of ice water in her hand to remind what it was to not be hot and sweaty, discouraging her from working herself into a lather.

What she did have was an ornery pair of white cotton panties working its way inside her, and the smell of her own sweat-soaked dress under her nostrils. She didn't "stink", she'd taken two showers today, and she rubbed oil into her skin every day to keep it fragrant and shiny. However sweat is still a strong smell, pleasant or not, and after an hour on the porch, she started to suspect that she was becoming "intense".

Focused as she was on the face that came out from around the side of that van, Peaches stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the face that came around from the side of that van. After she'd taken in the broad shoulders, gleaming chocolate skin, and easygoing smile of the man under that face, she was leaning against the porch railing to steady her knees.

Goddamn, he was fine. Dark skin glistening under a heavy denim work shirt and jeans. His thighs flexed with each step, bringing his muscles out in sharp definition as his thick legs sawed their way across her yard. She watched him all the way to the bottom of her steps where he put one foot up on the stairs and a bulge made itself known below his belt buckle.

"Sorry about the delay ma'am."

"Uh-huh" Peaches said. She wasn't really listening to him, or answering him for that matter. What she was doing was simply making a sound when his rate of speech and tone of voice told her she should. She did it without noticing because she was too busy staring at Lamar's crotch to notice anything else.

"I know you don't think that I care, but I really am sorry. I didn't learn about this job until it was two hours past due."

Peaches snapped out of it when she realized that he was trying to get her to believe him but that she hadn't been listening to what he was trying to get her to believe. That's when the both of them caught her staring at his dick. Lamar smiled and shifted his weight to make himself less pronounced and Peaches turned and pointed into the living room.

"Oh! Um...it's all right."

Aware that she was pointing into her living room, but having no idea why, Peaches quickly remembered what this man was here for, and told him her air conditioner was blowing hot air.

"All right," Lamar said, stepping into the house and wading through the thick, hot air. "Let's see what we've got here."

When Peaches turned around, Lamar was holding a clipboard out to her. Pinned under the metal blade was a stack of papers with "X" marks in the places where she was supposed to sign, and on top of that, right under the clip itself, was Lamar's identification.

"I've got to ask you to sign this. It's says you asked me to be here and so on and so forth. Basic paperwork."

Peaches might have been smitten for a moment. After all, he did carry himself handsomely across her lawn, but she read each thing she was about to sign thoroughly before signing anything. It took her a minute or so, but she understood enough of the carefully-worded legalese to come to the understanding that this guy was a professional repairman and that he was in her home at her request to fix a problem with her air conditioning. So on and so forth, just like he said.

It seemed a lot of work for a fairly simple interaction, but that's how it was these days. Besides, she couldn't deny a sense of relief when she saw that the strange man that she'd allowed into her home was registered with consumer and government agencies. It put her at ease enough to get back to the matter at hand.

"So, how long is this going to take Lamar? I'm not going to be here all night am I?" 

"It shouldn't take long Miss Thomas"

"Call me Peaches," she said with a stingy smile. "She wanted to be mad at him, but she also wanted to hear her name in that smooth, deep voice of his."

"All right, Peaches."

Attractive or not, Peaches was not about to let him off the hook that easy. Arms crossed under her breasts, she leaned in the doorway of her kitchen with the copper glow of the setting sun to her back. She intended to watch him get the job done.

"Well," Lamar began, and then stopped. Lamar's eyes traveled slowly over Peaches body, seeming to take everything in, but lingering in the areas of her breasts, her hips, and the joining of her thighs. His gaze was so open and natural that Peaches didn't have time to be surprised. 

However, as he continued to hold his eyes against her, Peaches began to feel his stare. She was somewhat surprised and more than a little embarrassed that she wasn't uncomfortable by his attention, and a secret, silent part of her enjoyed it. Still, she wasn't the sort of woman to let a strange man enter her home, ogle her, and let it go unchecked.

Then, Peaches caught sight of herself in the mirror just to the right of Lamar. The mirror wasn't full-length, so she couldn't see herself completely, and a copper bowl full of mail and a spare set of keys blocked her reflection below the waist, but she could see enough in the small mirror hung above her hall table.

Peaches was wearing a simple, yellow sun dress and sandals. Beneath that, she wore only a pair of white, cotton panties due to the heat. Peaches choose her bras for support and comfort, but mostly for shape and fashion. As a result, she purchased her underwear in sets and her bra and panties always matched.

There were, however, two occasions when Peaches did not care about whether her bra and panties matched. The first was when she slept. Peaches wasn't overweight, but she was definitely "thick", a term that had grown on her since she'd entered the full blossom of womanhood, and sleeping in a bra was out of the question.

The second occasion which didn't call for matching underwear was when Peaches was only wearing one of the two articles that comprised a matching set. This didn't happen often, but a ninety degree Saturday spent on her hot porch would have been intolerable with her breasts mashed together and sweat pooling between them.

So, as soon as Peaches caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she knew what caught Lamar's eye. The yellow cotton of her sundress was plastered to her mahogany skin, hugging the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts and the soft slope of the mound between her legs. Her nipples darkened the fabric of her dress noticeably and the telltale peaks of each let Lamar know that she wasn't wearing a bra. Where the dress wasn't clinging to her, the setting sun behind her rendered the damp cotton invisible.

"Umm, were you going to fix my air conditioner," Peaches asked politely. She could have said something, but she supposed she owed him one after staring herself. She was about to excuse herself and step into the kitchen where she could get something cool to drink when she remembered how long he'd left her sweating on the porch.

So what if her clothes were a little damp? So what if she wasn't wearing a bra? So what if she walked around her house that way? It was her house and she was entitled. After all, he was the reason the house was at hot as it was. He was the reason her clothes hung wet and limp against her body.

And...so what if he looked?

Over the next hour, Peaches watched Lamar fix her air conditioner. Inside her sweltering living room, it wasn't long before his clean white uniform was darkened down the middle of his back and against his chest. Looking back at her and taking her and smiling that killer smile of his, he pulled his shirt away from his skin occasionally, appearing embarrassed that he was sweating.

Finally, a good twenty minutes before he tightened the right screw or connected the right wire that brought the machine coughing and sputtering to life, he unbuttoned his shirt all the way and pulled it off his back. It hung from one thick shoulder before he turned to Peaches and smiled.

"Is it all right if I take this off? It's kind of hot in here."

"I know," Peaches said laughing. The laugh was fake and sounded it, but if she hadn't done it, she might have licked her lips right in front of him. She was enjoying the show and she didn't mind if he knew it but she couldn't let him think he was about to get some.

Lamar chuckled, clearly aware of the game, and removed his shirt completely. Peaches was surprised at the twinge of disappointment she felt when she saw that he was wearing a white wife beater t-shirt under his work shirt. However, when he folded the shirt neatly and set it on his thigh, she bit her lip watching the tight skin on his arms and shoulders flex and crease with the delicate work of folding cloth. As he finished the job he'd come here to do, and went about moving the machinery inside her air conditioner, she watched the large muscles in his back rub and push against each other.

When the air conditioner labored itself back into the steady, even hum that marked it was working properly, Lamar turned to Peaches and stood, smiling that easy smile that never left his face the entire time he'd been here.

"So, I think that'll take care of it. With machines this old, you're gonna have to replace that part about once a year."

"Mmmm, so I suppose I'll see you in a year then?"

Later, when she told her girls where she'd been all day on Saturday, she would swear that she had every intention of shaking Lamar's hand, giving him a cute smile of her own, and sending him home with a hard dick. No one, not even Peaches, would believe this part of the story when it was told.

In defense of her honesty, Peaches believed it at the time and to her credit, she gave Lamar her hand demurely as if expecting it to be kissed. Not exactly a handshake, but close enough to the version she'd tell later that it could be forgiven. Even when she felt Lamar's lips against her curled fingers and loved the heat of him on her skin, she intended to see him to the door once he'd pulled away.

The problem was he didn't pull away.

Lamar made a sound that would have been "Mmmm," under different circumstances but in the close, hot air of her living room, not yet cooled by the ancient air conditioner, it rumbled in his chest as a low growl. This was the first break in his composure that she'd seen since she started flirting with him. The first peek at what lay behind that easy smile aside from a courteous professional registered with consumer and government agencies.

Then, Peaches became aware of a telltale heat between her legs. It wasn't the heat that usually accompanies the dull throb spreading outward from the crease between her thighs, and she was having trouble placing the sensation until she felt the familiar tickle of air meeting recently uncovered skin. It was then that she realized Lamar slowly inhaling the fragrance on the tips of her fingers, a fragrance that she was only just now becoming aware of.

What the hell had she been doing with her hand this whole time?

Peaches prepared to say something, something that would cleverly explain what the both of them now knew. Instead, Lamar saw her glistening pink lips separate ever so slightly and felt the sighing breath she released in place of speech stir the air between them. In that space of time, Lamar pursed his own lips and gently slid Peaches' manicured fingertip into his mouth.

Peaches gasped as he began to softly suck the tip of her finger and roll his tongue over the tender skin at the tip. Her knees lost their place beneath her until they knocked against each other and she found them in time to keep from sliding to the floor. When he pulled her finger from his mouth, it was with a soft kiss and she responded with a low moan.

Peaches didn't know she was falling until he encircled her waist with a heavily muscled arm and steadied her against his chest. He could have done anything he wanted with her at that moment, but he waited for her to turn her face up towards his before placing his lips over hers. Her body responding with a need that she could feel him react to, she cupped the back of his head in her hand and returned the kiss.

Their breath intermingled in their mouths and on their faces as they kissed one another deeply. In concert, Peaches cradled the back of his neck at the bend of her elbow as he lifted her until one of her sandals slapped against the wood floor. His hands grabbed her ass and the fingers dug in as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Peaches moaned again, her body loosening and relaxing against the sound, an admission of her need as unmistakable as the pressure in her belly pushing against her damp panties or the smell of her thickening the air. Lamar groaned and leaned her against the wall where he could grind his body against her. Peaches tightened for a moment as the burden of Lamar's larger, heavier body crushed up against her small, soft one but then he eased the hard roll of flesh between his legs into the hot valley between her own and her entire body opened up for him.

Peaches bit her bottom lip and felt her asshole tighten as folds of wet cotton creased between her legs ground against her clit. She tried to lean back to get away from the intensity and steadiness of the pressure he was applying to her but the wall wouldn't let her. She tried to push him back before she did something she wasn't sure she was ready to do yet and he just smiled while her hands got tired pressed against his chest. It was more than she'd had in a long time. Even when she touched herself, she never touched herself there this hard, this long. She's never been this rough on herself, or this demanding. She was quivering and shaking, on the verge of screaming and he still rolled his hips against her in a slow and constant rhythm.

"Oooooh, you can't do that," Peaches said, despite the fact that she was now limp, breathing heavily against his shoulder and had little intention on stopping him. A moment later, she felt the telltale flutter of an orgasm between her legs and pressed against Lamar, holding him in place long enough to catch her breath.

The sun had dipped low enough in the sky for the spreading bruise of night to color the horizon. From the doorway leading into the kitchen Lamar could see the flicker of fireflies in the tall grass outside Peaches' home. From that same doorway, Peaches could feel the soothing caress of the first evening breeze in the few spaces between her and Lamar.

Together, the two of them turned to the kitchen table and, as one, moved towards it. Lamar laid Peaches across the table and pushed her dress up around her waist, kissing her exposed navel. She giggled playfully as he tickled her with the tip of his tongue. Then, she nodded "Yes" as he produced a condom from his wallet.

Peaches closed her eyes and sighed aloud while she listened to the wrapper open and the click of latex unrolling over him. She began to sit up to watch, or better yet, to slide the condom over him herself when he placed a warm hand against her stomach and pressed her down on the kitchen table. A moment later, she felt his tongue on her again, parting the slick folds of flesh between her legs.

Peaches groaned and strained to keep from screaming. She gripped the edge of the kitchen table and curled her toes while Lamar flicked his tongue steadily against her throbbing clit. She rocked her hips back and forth before she gave herself over completely to his tongue and pushed her pussy against his soft lips and hot mouth.

"Ooooh, fuck", Peaches wailed as another orgasm built inside her. This time she didn't pause to compose herself, but whipped her hips up and down in time with Lamar's tongue. She gripped the sides of Lamar's head and chewed her bottom lip, moaning into it as her insides knotted against each other.

When her orgasm hit, Peaches was breathing through clenched teeth and squeezing her eyes shut so tightly a tear rolled out of the corner of her eye and came to a stop in her ear. Incredibly, Lamar was still sucking at her pulsing pussy and loudly swallowing everything that gushed out of her.

Lamar raised his head from between her thighs and smiled at her. Breathing hard, trying to get her breath back, Peaches smiled back.

"Mmmm," Lamar said. "Tastes like Peaches."

It wasn't the first time she heard that joke, but Peaches laughed anyway, somehow finding it funny despite it being a joke she'd heard constantly, in varied forms, since she was sixteen. Lamar chuckled with her, seeming to know the joke wasn't very good, but in agreement that it was good enough as he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her to the edge of the kitchen table.




Peaches



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John was REALLY down on his luck. First, he got laid off. Then his girlfriend left him and took off with the car. Finally, he couldn't even get his last pay check because the landlord put a lien on it for back rent. His vision of a new life in Detroit after his divorce was shattered all over the floor. Only thing left was to go home to Tucson, with his family, and try to regroup. 

He had a couple of hundred bucks he had squirreled away, but didn't want to spend it all on a bus ticket, so he decided to hitch. That's why, now, 8 AM, he's on an I-75 entrance ramp with a loaded backpack and his thumb in the air. He's been there since 6.

A big SUV, an old Expedition, comes lumbering up the ramp, looking like its dragging its tail. He almost doesn't bother with the thumb, but, what the hell. To his amazement, it slows, and stops just beyond him. When he runs up and opens the door, a loud female voice says, "Where you goin' to, Pilgrim?"

"Tucson," he replies, "but any place in that direction is good enough for a start."

"Might be your lucky day," the smiling round face behind the voice says. "See if you can stow your pack back there, and jump in."

When he opens the back door, he almost gives up. All manor of stuff is piled behind the front seat, and in the rear compartment. Hardly and inch of space. But he's desperate, and gives a hard shove. Something moves, and the pack is barely through the door. He slams it quickly, and climbs in the front.

As the laboring SUV slowly takes off, he glances over to see who his benefactor is. Wow, not bad, really! A pleasant looking woman with a dark tan, an extra pound or two maybe, and a few years older than him. But really, not bad at all. 

"HI!" he says with a grin, "I'm John."

"Just call me Peach," she says, "everyone else does. Time will tell how far we make it together, but I'm headed for Phoenix, so I might be able to get you pretty close!"

John figures, "This could be the answer to that prayer I said in the bar last night."

"That sounds great!" he replies. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help out." 

"Just some conversation to keep me awake, and a few bucks for gas if you got it, don't worry about it if you don't."

"Where you from, and what are you heading to Phoenix for, Peach?"

"Right now, I'm from Detroit, originally from Georgia, place you never heard of. I just cut loose that lying bastard of a husband I had, and I'm heading for my sister's for a while. Never been to Phoenix, but if it's hot, like Georgia, I'm used to it."

"You might actually like it there, probably hotter than Georgia, but a lot drier."

"Doesn't matter," says Peach, "only option I got right now. So what's your story?" 

"Kinda the same as yours, really. Had a really bad marriage when I lived in Tucson, so I finally ended that, and headed for Detroit to look for work. It was ok for a couple of years, but then the auto industry took a dive and I got laid off." He goes on to recount the rest of his various woes.

"Damn, honey," Peach says, "sounds like we'd make a good pair, the disastrous duo!" They both have a good laugh at that, and settle in for the long ride. 

As the day goes on and the painful miles crawl by, they fill each other in on various pieces of their lives. Peach had a husband who went to the bar, then with a different woman every night. He told her about the job he never really had, while secretly withdrawing their savings - her money - and pretending he earned it.

John had a good marriage for a while, or so he thought. But his wife was always after more money. And finally, she figured out the easy way to get it was to do a little whoring, while he worked the second shift. That finally came out in bits and pieces. At least it made the divorce easy to get. 

John and Peach really hit it off pretty well, similar problems, both with a sense of humor, a little on the corny side, and both anxious to make the trip go by as painlessly as possible. They listen to the radio and sing a few songs together, deciding not to try out for American Idol, and play some road games, looking for various state plates, etc. 

But by around 8 PM entering Oklahoma, they have both hit the wall. John can't stay awake, and Peach can't either, without him.

"Tell you what honey," Peach finally says, "we got on pretty good today. If you want to, we can find a cheap motel with 2-bed rooms and split the cost, if you promise to be a good boy." 

John is so groggy, that sounds great to him, and they quickly agree. They find a place for 30 dollars with two queen beds, and each puts up 15 dollars, cash. They select their beds, and decide to roll right into them, way too tired to do anything else. 

Peach says, "I'm gonna turn off the lights and strip to my undies and crawl in bed, you do as you like. But If I so much as suspect you took a peek at this luscious body, I'll scratch your eyes out while you're asleep."

"No problem," John replies, and soon as the light is out, the room is filled with snores.

Around 2 AM, John wakes up for a bathroom break, and decides, while he's in there, maybe a shower is a good idea. But once he gets out he realizes, his clean underwear is locked in Peach's car. He decides to sleep naked, and get it in the morning, when he can run out with just his pants on. He goes back to the bed in a towel.

Of course, the shower and the toilet, etc., has wakened Peach. "What the hell you doin' honey, making all that racket?"

"Sorry, Peaches, I just needed to get up anyhow, so I took a shower. 

"Hmmmmmmmm, well I gotta get up too. Peaches sounds nice, by the way. Maybe I'll do the same." And she does.

And then, she realizes, her stuff is in the car. It's going to take too much trouble to wrap two towels around herself, so she tiptoes back to bed, naked, and crawls in again. 

The trouble is, now they are both wide awake. 

"Honey, how the hell did you get your clean clothes?"

"I didn't. I used a towel; I'll get the stuff in the morning."

Peach giggles, "One towel wasn't big enough for me, I snuck back naked, right by you!"

"Damn, woman, what if you had got the wrong bed?" John teases her. 

"Guess it wasn't your lucky day," Peach snorts back.

"Got a ride from you, that makes me pretty damn lucky, I think."

Peach is getting into this now, and that was kind of sweet. "I'll bet that's not the ride you would really like to have, now is it?"

With that, John feels a definite stirring. Has been just a foot or two from her all day long, and realized she's really pretty curvy, but there was no way he was going to screw up his good luck, so he put it out of his mind. He can't resist now, though.

"You wanna describe in detail, just what you're thinking of, so I can answer that?"

Touché.

"John?"

"Yeah?" 

"You realize we are in the same room, in bed, naked?"

"I do now." Hard as he tries, John can't avoid a shiver, followed by a long and very audible intake of breath.

Peach knows exactly what that means. And she feels it too.

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you like me? I mean... we get along ok don't we?"

"Of course I like you! You rescued me from that damn ramp! And you have been great company all day. I think we get along pretty damn good!"

"Me too."

Peach feels something she hasn't felt in a long time. Wetness between her thighs.

"John."

"Yeah?"

"You want company?"

She doesn't wait for an answer. She throws the covers off of herself, and stretches, full of nervous tension. She feels her way the three feet to John's bed, lifts the covers, and slides in. 

John is scared. His cock is already hard, from the conversation - and being in the same room with her - naked. But he doesn't want to mess anything up.

Peach's hand feels for him, then she leans over him. The hardened nipples of her very large breasts scrape his chest. She is not quite on target, but her lips finally cover his. He groans. He gives up. He opens his lips, pressing back against hers, and her tongue slides into his mouth. His arms gently go around her. She kisses harder. His arms tighten. In seconds, they are grinding against each other. 

His hand finds her ample ass, and rubs circles on it. Her hand finds his cock, and is pleased by its size. Not a giant, but more than she figured. She is stroking, he is rubbing, and they are moaning into each other's mouths. 

John is throwing caution to the winds now. He pushes her back and leans over her, pressing his lips hard against hers. His hard cock is pressing against her thigh. Both of them are moving, rocking moaning. 

He lowers his head and finds a large hard nipple. With a sigh, he sucks it in and nurses on it. She arches, arches harder, then arches some more. Silently begging him to take more in. He does his best. Her hand is gripping him tightly now, more yanking on him than stroking. 

John runs his hand down her body, and between her legs. By now she is flowing a river, and he finds it. Her hips lift as he touches her. Her pussy is already swollen, and his fingers slide in easily. He starts fingering her slowly, but her hips lift violently and her pussy rams against his hand. His teeth catch the nipple he has been nursing on. He pulls up hard, at the same time ramming his fingers in and out of her. 

Her entire body convulses. She has an instant orgasm. He is almost afraid he has hurt her, but he knows different a few seconds later, when she hoarsely gasps, "Fuck me honey, NOW!"

No going back now. He slides between her legs and she grabs him, guiding him into her as fast as she can. Her heat sets him on fire, and he pushes hard! He slides in all the way in one stroke, and her ass lifts off the bed to greet him. No sense messing around. He fucks her hard, fast, harder and faster. They make so much noise, someone in the next room knocks on the wall. No way he can stand that. 

"I'm gonna cum," he gasps out. 

"Give it to me honey, right in there! Don't worry, I'm still on the pill." 

He explodes! It's been a while now, and he has plenty saved up. She feels his cock start to spurt, and goes off in another delicious orgasm. After some serious bucking and moaning, he collapses on her. Her large breasts are pillows for his head. She cradles him, stroking his body gently. She breathes in his ear, "Rest up honey, cuz we're gonna do that again!"

He lifts his head, and says weakly, "Only once?"

"All you want, baby."

They doze off, briefly, and when he wakes up, his face is between her breasts. He slides his mouth over a nipple and nurses contentedly. This woman has made everything that was wrong, right! The nipple hardens in nothing flat, and she wakes to find him sucking on her. She moans and presses her breast against his face. 

Knowing she likes that so much hardens him instantly, and she feels it pressing against her. She grasps him and starts stroking. "Mmmmm, honey I like how he gets so hard for me, and he's gonna like what I do to him!"

She pushes him onto his back and mounts him. "Time for that ride we talked about, baby!" She smiles at him while she holds his cock and slides herself down on it. 

She loves riding cock, and it shows. She rocks back and forth, giving him long, deep strokes, as he watches her breasts sway to and fro in front of his face. He starts to try to move under her, but she says, "You take it easy honey, and let Peach take care of that problem for you." 

She shows him her stuff, slapping down hard on him and grinding on him, then lifting up a little and pumps her ass up and down in short fast strokes, squeezing against him inside, as she does. She leans over and lowers a nipple to his mouth, which he starts sucking on, furiously. "MMMMmmmm," she sighs, show me how much you love this. I'd let you suck on me all day!" His hand grasps the other breast and starts kneading it, hard. He put s his thumb over the nipple, and starts rubbing. 

"OHHHHHHHHHH godddd, you're gonna make me cum like that," she moans and starts pumping her pussy up and down furiously over his cock.

The pleasure is just too much for him, and he shudders, body stiffening. Feeling that, she rams herself down hard on him and growls, "Gimme!"

He shoots another load into her and listens while she moans and groans her way through another great orgasm. Her pussy refuses to stop clamping down on his cock until she has gotten every drop out of him. Finally they lie quiet, side by side. 

"Oh honey, this trip has turned out a lot different than I planned. And a hellofa lot better!" In reply he kisses her, not a fuck-me kiss, a passionate kiss. 

When he wakes again, it's daylight out, and she's not there. But he hears water running, and guesses, "Shower". He walks into the bathroom quietly and climbs in behind her. When he slides his arms around her and cups her breasts, she sighs and leans back against him, arching to press herself into his hands. He kneads and squeezes her softly, kissing the back of her neck. She's purring now, and his cock is pressing against her ass.

Finally, she turns in his arms and grasps him, stroking gently as they smile at each other. She lathers him up and washes him, hand stroking up and down his length. He returns the favor to her pussy. When they finally climb out, he towels her off, paying special attention where she likes it best. This is the first time they have actually seen each other naked, and neither is disappointed. She can't keep her hands off his cock, and he continually kneads her breasts lightly, loving the feel of their heavy weight in his hands.

She leads him back to the bed by his cock, and whispers, "Lie down, lover." 

He does, but when she kneels next to him and starts to stroke his cock, he says, "Uh uh," and beckons to her. 

Getting the idea, she straddles him, and he grabs her hips and pulls her down to his face as she is kissing the tip of his cock. His tongue flicks out, and lightly slides over her lips. She moans and her mouth slides down over him. For a long time, it is very quiet, only the slurping sounds of their lips and mouths being heard. His tongue is busy in between her pussy lips, sliding up and down, in and out, while her lips slowly move up and down on him as she contentedly sucks. 

She starts rocking back and forth, and her pussy slowly slides back and forth over his mouth. He's kissing, licking, nipping and sucking without even having to move. His tongue finds her now large and swollen clit, and his hands grip her hips and hold her still as he sucks it in. She shudders, and her mouth rams down on his cock. He teases her, licking, sucking, nipping without mercy and she jumps with each new touch, but she presses back, pushing herself against his mouth. Meanwhile, her head is bobbing up and down on his cock, her lips squeezing tighter around it. 

She is getting wetter and wetter, and her juices are running down his chin. His cock is starting to throb in her mouth. Finally he swats her lightly on the ass, and she jumps and giggles, and climbs off of him. When he pulls himself up, she is already kneeling head down on the bed. "Get the idea, honey?" Her muffled voice comes from the sheets. 

"YOU"RE gonna get it!" he says, as he moves behind her, and he swats her on both cheeks. 

She jumps, but not as much as when he slips himself into her and starts pushing. She pushes back hard, and he slides all the way in. "DAMN!" he says, "that feels good baby!" 

"Shut up and fuck me, I know how good it feels!" She turns her head back and gives him a big grin. 

He goes right to work, grabbing her hips and ramming himself into her, his body slapping her ass with every stroke. She bounces a couple of times, then starts rocking, meeting him with every thrust, giving as good as she gets. Both are breathing hard, and soon she starts making little noises with every stroke. That excites him, and he starts pounding harder against her ass. 

"Ooo,ooo,ooo,ooo," she chants in time with his strokes. She pushes her head into the sheet and begins to pull on her nipples.

He responds with warp speed, feeling his cock about to burst, and knowing she's so ready for it. Her head lifts from the bed, and she sounds like she's strangling as he hits her with one last thrust, and her pussy squeezes around him. He shudders, growls, fingers dig into her hips, and his cum blasts into her, spurt after spurt.

She is shaking as wave after wave of her orgasm flows through her. John is bucking against her smooth ass.

Finally he lets her go, and she falls to the bed. He's right behind.

Peach throws and arm over him and pulls herself up on his chest. His arms wrap around her, and the kiss is long and deep. "We're gettin' pretty good at that," she says, and nuzzles against him. "Felt better than pretty good," he murmurs in her ear.

"Me too," she says.

Finally, they realize it's almost 11, check-out time. John says, "We gotta get our underwear out of the car."

"Why don't we just leave it off?" she says, with a very evil grin.

"Works for me!" 

He's got just a T-shirt and pants, she puts on her shirt and shorts, but she only buttons the bottom three buttons, and smiles at him. 

"Dammit Peaches, you're gonna have me hard all day!"

"That's the idea, honey!"

They both giggle, and since they have no luggage, head out to the car. Both of them are still on fire.

They got a late start, so don't get very far, but around 6, Peach says, "Whatayah think? Time to look for someplace to stay?"

He gives her a big smile, and says, "I've been wondering what took you so long."

This time, they get a motel with just one bed, so it's a couple of bucks cheaper. They hardly make it in the door before they are all over each other. They are kissing and undressing each other at the same time. Her shirt hits the floor first, and his pants are right behind. His Tee goes flying, and he yanks her shorts down her legs. They both pull the covers down, and dive into the bed together. 

Quickly they are a ball of arms and legs, rocking and rolling together. His cock was hard before they got in the door, and it's like steel now. She's rolling her hips, rubbing her pussy up and down on it. In moments he's between her legs, and her hand is around him. He lifts up and she spreads her legs and pushes him into her. They both grunt like animals when his cock bottoms out in her. 

Their hips start rocking at the same time, fucking each other with a heat like fire. No words needed, just the ragged moans and groans as they go faster and faster, harder and harder, until he rams himself into her. Bodies out of control and they buck and writhe, cumming together with one monster orgasm. Peach is making little noises, and John is lying on top of her, panting.

"Oh, honey!" Peach says, "I've needed that since we got in the car." 

"Me too, Peaches, or maybe you didn't see me staring into your shirt all day."

"Hell, honey, you could have reached in and had 'em any time you want. You know that!"

"I figured this would be better if we were in one piece when we got here." John quips, and they both giggle and rub each other all over. 

Things are different now, last night the lights were out, and they didn't even get to see each other till they took that shower.

Now, they leave a light on, and enjoy each other, teasing and playing. She rubs lightly on his cock, but doesn't stroke it, as he sees how many different places he can kiss and lick each of her breasts. They spoon for a while, John behind her with arms around, and a breast in each hand, softly squeezing as he kisses all over her back, shoulders and neck. His hard cock is against her ass, and her hips are rolling, her cheeks stroking against it.

She turns over to him, and they share a series of long, deep kisses, hands running all over each other. Finally, she slides a leg up over his hip, as high as she can get it, opening herself to him. She whispers, very softly, almost shyly, "Fuck me John."




Peaches



He grasps himself and slides his cock carefully down over her pussy, pushing gently. The head slips in and they both sigh with pleasure. They rock together, still kissing, and very slowly, he slides deeper into her. When their bodies are pressed together, they stay still, arms hugging each other, both enjoying the sensation of his cock buried in her. 

They rock slowly, feeling him move slightly in her. Of course they can't resist that, and soon he is giving her slow, long strokes, pausing to press between each one. "Damn, honey, that's good," she breathes in his ear. His kiss tells her he agrees.

Little by little the pace quickens. Soon, he is slapping softly against her, and she is rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. Breathing becomes ragged as the speed and the passion build, and she is making sweet little moaning sounds against him. His cock is throbbing, telling him to complete the act, but he holds back, the feeling too good to be over so soon. The time comes and they can no longer control it, bodies slamming together, breath coming in gasps, bed shaking.

He rams himself into her, and they grind together. Her body shudders, and she muffles a scream as she gushes over him. A moment later, His explosion starts, and he is spurting, bucking, pumping, out of control. Their fingers dig into each others flesh as they hold tightly together. 

When their bodies are finally still, the true release begins. "Oh John, oh, honey..." There are no words to say what she really feels. Silently he pets and caresses her, like something precious.

They were two strangers, brought together by mutual needs. They became friends, and found they could fulfill other needs, not dreamed of when they met. Feeding off one another, the friendship grew. Little by little, the friendship has deepened to a bonding.

Throughout the night, they make love in many ways, little ways, exploring, finding new things that please. So comfortable with each other, they can say and do things without fear of misunderstanding. By turns, they wake each other, reaching out, needing, giving. Willing to sacrifice rest just to be conscious of the other's presence. 

Early morning's glow lightens the room. John wakens, aware of a weight on his chest. He opens his eyes, to find Peach smiling down at him, kneeling, straddling his chest. Her freshly washed pussy about one inch from his face. "Good morning darlin'," she says, "look, I brought you some breakfast!"

He smiles back at her, and lifts his head to give her a kiss. She wiggles forward to eliminate the inch. Slowly, gently, he kisses, licks, nibbles. She rests her hands in his hair, not to guide, but merely to touch. Even as John's cock is swelling, her lips are swelling, she is opening to him. He can taste her now, the wetness on his tongue as it slides between her lips. Eyes shut, head back, she moans quietly at his touches.

He slides his hands around her, fingers running lightly over her sweet, smooth cheeks. He pulls her to him as he presses deeper inside her, tongue swirling, lapping, probing. Her hips are moving and she rides his face very slowly. He finds the bud at the top of her slit, and sucks gently on it. 

She gasps loudly, moaning as she grinds herself against his mouth. Her fingers find her nipples and start to pull, twist, squeeze. His hands dig into her, and he buries his face in her fucking her now with his tongue, enjoying the flow of juices she provides. Her hips are rolling hard now, grinding her against his face. He growls his passion into her pussy as his arousal overtakes him and he devours her.

She cries out, a series of high pitched little moans, her body shudders, and suddenly a torrent gushes over his face, as she climaxes violently. He swallows valiantly, drinking what he can, the rest running over his face. Gasping, she looks down and sees him covered with her wetness. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry! I didn't know it would be like that!"

He smiles back at her, as he continues to lick her clean. "I'm not, baby!"

With her fingers, she wipes what she can from his face. He sticks his tongue out and she presses her fingers to his lips. He licks them clean. "MMMmmm, peaches!" he says with a big grin. 

"LIAR!" she snorts, then adds, "but that's so sweet!"

She slips off of him and kneels beside him, determined to have him share the way she feels. She strokes his cock softly, smiling at him. He pushes pillows under his head to watch. They stare at each other as she slips him in her mouth, and he watches as he slowly disappears inside her. She sucks him slow and easy, long deep strokes, using her tongue to tease him. He closes his eyes and lets the sensation roll over him. His hips move slowly, matching the speed of her strokes. 

She has grown to love the feel of his cock inside her, anywhere, and just the act of sucking on him is getting her wet again. Even as he starts panting, breathing harder, so does she. Now she has another idea. "John, honey, do you mind if I ride him?"

Mind? He loves the thought! She straddles him again, this time over his swollen cock, and as he holds it for her, lowers herself down on to it. She leans forward, for a kiss, and as she does so her hardened nipples slide up his body and over his chest. It feels wonderful, for both of them. He raises his knees in back of her and rolls his hips, pushing himself deeper into her. After the kiss, she holds herself low over him, swaying her body so her nipples slide to and fro across him. He watches and feels. 

He starts to fuck her, rocking his hips, so she can remain over him, and her body bounces, adding to the sensation. Already aroused from her mouth and lips, very soon he is shuddering, fighting for just one more minute of the sweet torture, as he rams himself into her, ever faster and harder. She rocks back and forth, meeting his thrusts with hers, her pussy already dripping and starting to contract around him. 

She starts whispering, encouraging him. "C'mon John, C'mon honey! Give it to me, please! You can feel how bad I want it!" Her pussy contracts, squeezing him harder. "C'mon baby, give me your love!"

Her words excite him as much as the feel of her, and he lifts off the bed, ramming himself deep inside her, spurting round after round of his cum, wanting to fill her up. Her request has been answered, and she cums violently on him, bucking with him, as they both fly into space.

She collapses on top of him, her head next to his, her soft moans sweet to his ears. "Damn, honey, ain't we a pair!"

"A pair!" he murmurs, a smile on his face.

Once again, they barely make it out of the motel on time. As they hit the road, she says quietly to him, "You know honey, if we push we can make it there today, if you want. He looks at her with a serious face and says, "Not unless you do."

Big smile. "Not me!"

He leans over and kisses her cheek. Unknown to him, she almost cums.

Around 5 they find another motel. This time, as they head to the room, she says, "I need to call my sister, Rosy. She thought I'd be there today, and I'm sure she's worried she hasn't heard from me. But I've been busy." Two big smiles.

After they get in the room, she pulls out her battered cell, and says, "I'll just be a couple of minutes, honey." She dials. "Hey sis, it's me! I know, I know, but I'll be in tomorrow, sometime." She walks outside, and the door closes behind her. She is gone a long time, 10 or 15 minutes.

John doesn't feel very well now. Reality has hit him in the face. Are they just going to go their separate ways, maybe never see each other again? He is close to tears.

The door finally opens, and she comes back in, smiling. But she says seriously, "John, honey, we need to talk for a minute." 

"Ok," he says, dreading what he may hear. 

"I told Rosy about you, honey. She says they have an extra room, since the kids moved out. If I want, you can stay there with me, for now. I want, Honey. If you don't have to go home to the family right away." She gives him a kiss.

"But Peaches, we're broke, we'd need something to live on. I don't know anything about Phoenix."

"Before I headed out here, honey, I talked to her about needing a job. The place she works needs a waitress. I can do that."

"You can't support us, it's not your responsibility!"

"Well, honey, here's the other part. The guy who did the dishes there quit today. She's sure you can have the job, if you can start by day after tomorrow. It's not much, but it would give us a chance, time to find something better."

John doesn't say anything. He starts to sob. She doesn't understand, but she goes to him.

"Don't you wanna honey, don't you wanna try it? See how we make out?"

It takes him a minute, but he gets it together, sort of.

"Oh, Peaches. Oh baby! If they want me to wash the dishes with my tongue, I'll do it!" More tears. From both of them.

For a long time, they just kiss. And hug. And wipe a few tears.

Eventually, they make it into the bed. They make love. Real love! The sex at the end is just the climax of something much better. After they both recuperate a bit, John takes a few bucks from his stash, and they celebrate, across the street, at the Burger King. They spend most of the night in bed, talking about possibilities. 

Long after midnight, they finally pass out for a few hours, more emotionally drained than tired. John wakes first, and heads for the bathroom for a shower, but she hears him, and soon they are splashing playfully together. They come out half an hour later, squeaky clean, wide awake, and half dry. She runs in and dives onto the bed, and he dives on top of her. They roll around, playing, teasing, driving each other crazy with desire!

Finally he mounts her, staring down at her face and those wonderful breasts, a mile wide grin on his face. He enters her smoothly, she is so wide open and wanting him. He fucks her with a nice steady rhythm, savoring every inch of every stroke, and he can feel her meeting him, clenching around him, trying to make it even better for both of them. Even so, for just a moment, his mind wanders.

Luck is a strange thing. A few days ago he thought it couldn't get any worse. Yet, because of everything that happened to him, he met Peach, on that entrance ramp. Right now he doesn't know how he could be much luckier. Here he is, making love to her, trying to show how much he cares, and he knows that's what she is doing, too. Luck is a fickle thing too, and could change again at any moment. But right now, for John, it's a great ride.

And so is she. Peach's hoarse gasp from underneath him snaps him back to the job at hand. "Come on, honey, fuck me harder. Make me cum!"

And he does.



Peaches



Darcy trudged slowly back to the bunkhouse that was her temporary home. It was 4 pm, knocking off time and she had been working since dawn picking peaches at the orchard. Her arms and shoulders were aching, her lower back needed a good hard massage she was hot and sticky and looking forward to a long cool shower before dinner.

Her boots thudding heavily on the stairs she struggled to put one foot in front of the other. Being on a tourist visa meant that she wasn't eligible to legally work but the farmers and growers didn't seem to care and gave out cash to those who were willing to do hard work. And Darcy had run out of money.

"Hey Darcy!" 

Darcy wearily turned towards John one of the guys she worked with. 

"Are ya going to the pub later?" 

He asked making his way towards the cabin he shared with 3 others. Darcy shrugged her shoulders.

"We'll see," she called back. 

He was cute enough and if her radar was right, he fancied her. He was tall, taller than Darcy, broad shouldered and handsome in a sweet-faced young boy way. Darcy thought he was a couple of years younger than her. The orchard boss enforced strict rules about girls and guys sharing accommodation so she hadn't had any late night visits from him yet. She didn't think it would take him long to summon the courage to seek her out. 

At the moment there were 12 of them working the orchard and storehouse and every day a couple more travellers would wander in looking for work. There was certainly a need for a lot more to help and everyone, so long as they looked clean and tidy, got a job. She'd been lucky so far and hadn't needed to share her room with anyone but if the rumours were true then more people would be arriving soon. Word spread fast when there was work on offer.

Sighing with tiredness Darcy opened the door to her room and discarded her clothes while the door swung shut behind her. She kicked off her boots, and stripped off her socks, peeled off her shorts and panties in one smooth movement and flicked her t-shirt onto the floor. She rarely wore a bra and while she was working in the hot sun the extra layer was uncomfortable and her pert tight breasts hardly needed the support. 

Within a couple of minutes the tiny shower off her room was at the right temperature and she was lathering fresh soap over herself washing off the sticky peach juice that mingled with her own salty sweat. Rinsing herself well and enjoying the cool water sluicing over her, Darcy reluctantly turned off the tap and reached for a warm dry towel, pausing when she heard someone humming tunelessly in her room. Cautiously she opened the door and saw a young woman unpacking a duffel bag and putting clothes into the drawers at the end of the spare bed. 

"Fuck," Darcy thought to herself, "there goes my privacy." 

She dried herself briskly, rubbed her damp hair and wrapped herself in the towel and took a deep breath. 

"Hi there, I'm Darcy," she said, approaching the young woman with her hand extended. 

The young girl turned with a warm questioning smile at the ready. Darcy's breath caught in her throat, the air left the room, her eyes lost focus and her head was dizzy with desire. This was her fantasy woman, her dream girl, the one she'd often fantasised about when she was masturbating. Darcy took a deep breath and eyed her delicious roommate. She was shorter than Darcy and round in all the places that Darcy was not. She had long curly blonde hair, a cute looking face and over-large breasts that strained against the soft cotton of her too tight t-shirt. Her round full bottom and hips were squeezed into denim shorts and her tanned shapely legs were smooth and firm. Darcy dragged her eyes back to the sweet face of her new room-mate as she felt the heat building within her belly. 

"Hi, I'm Terri." 

She smiled warmly at Darcy and Darcy responded as if on autocue. 

"Terri, it's good to meet you. Ah, I'll leave you to finish. I'll get dressed in the bathroom while you unpack."

Terri's pleasant smile didn't falter.

"Please don't leave if you want to get changed. I mostly sleep naked it's so freaking hot here and I can be a little casual with my own personal space. If the odd flash of nudity is gonna embarrass you though, I can see if there's another bed free. I don't want to step on anyone's toes my first day." 

Darcy immediately blushed, her mind racing at the prospect of all the opportunities she would get to see Terri naked. 

"Oh. Ok well you don't have to change rooms. I'm not worried if you're not." 

Terri grinned and continued to unpack her bag.

"Nice one. Thanks." 

Darcy went to her drawers and pulled out a loose fitting singlet, blue lace panties and a clean pair of shorts. She dropped the towel onto her bed and self-consciously bent over to slip her panties on. Blushing she glanced over at Terri and caught her looking at her with an expression that Darcy had seen before. Was it lust? Biting her lip as she slipped the singlet over her head, Darcy wondered if her fantasy girl could actually be interested in her? If she asked her outright and Terri said no or worse, laughed at her, then that would truly fuck things up. Darcy stepped into her shorts as the silence in the room grew. 

Finally Terri spoke, clearing her throat. 

"You have a beautiful body." 

Darcy blushed and instinctively glanced at herself in the mirror on the wall. She had shoulder length brown hair that she often wore loose and was lucky to have a trim slender body that required little work to keep looking good. She had long legs, a firm tight bottom, a flat belly and little breasts with small dusky pink nipples. She had never had trouble getting laid by boys (when she had gone looking for a young hot cock) or girls and knew that part of the reason was because of how she looked. 

She looked back at Terri. 

"Thanks." 

"It's true, I mean it," said Terri turning to put some toiletry items on the top of the bureau. 

Darcy had butterflies stirring in her belly, her pussy was twitching like crazy and she could feel herself become liquid with desire. She hadn't felt so nervous in ages. To keep herself busy she grabbed at her filthy clothes on the floor and threw them in the laundry basket and folded her towel. 

"Look, I should tell you something but I don't want to freak you out," said Terri. 

Darcy was having trouble breathing. Being in the same room as Terri was proving to be more difficult that she thought. Steeling herself so she wouldn't look like she would eat her in one bite Darcy looked over at her.

"That's ok. Freak me out." 

Terri looked uncomfortable and fidgeted with the clothes she was holding.

"I don't like to label myself but I like being with girls. Women really. So just to keep things good between us I just thought I should let you know." 

Terri coughed to clear her throat. Darcy held her breath. 

"I'm really attracted to you. The minute I saw you I thought I could really go for you. I don't want you to feel weird though cos you know, that's my shit."

Darcy's mouth was dry and her heart was pounding loudly in her ears. This was almost too good to be true. 

"You fancy me?" she whispered. 

Terri nodded her head imperceptibly, blushing.

"I'm sorry. God this is weird isn't it? Fuck. I'm sorry! Jesus you didn't need to hear that. Shit I better go." 

Darcy stared hard at her and crossed the room in a couple of strides to stand before her.

"Thank fuck for that. I thought it was just me!" 

Terri's eyes widened and she gasped. 

"Just you? You mean..?" 

Darcy took the clothes from her hands and dropped them to the floor. Holding Terri's chin in her hand she tipped her face towards hers.

"Yep. Thank God you said something." 

Darcy held her hips tight against hers, grinding her mound against Terri's.

Darcy leaned in and kissed her softly, her tongue probing Terri's lips. Terri instantly opened her mouth and her tongue darted into Darcy's. She moaned softly as they wrestled together for a while, each taking the time to taste the other. Terri's hands snuck around her waist and lightly stroked her damp hot skin beneath her singlet. Her feather light touch sending sparks to Darcy's pussy. 

Darcy pulled away.

"Is this ok? Do you want to do this?" 

Terri looked dazed and smiled.

"Oh yeah." 

Darcy reached for hem of Terri's t-shirt, lifting it off in one movement. Terri smiled did the same, reaching out for one of Darcy's breasts, covering it with her hand, rubbing her thumb over the nipple and trapping it against her forefinger, squeezing it hard. Darcy sighed aloud at the sharp unexpected pain and her legs buckled a little. 

Terri kissed her this time, continuing to knead and tug on Darcy's breast. 

"You taste like peaches. Delicious." 

Darcy grinned, "A hazard of the job, I'm afraid. Come on let's get more comfortable." 

Darcy lead the way across the tiny room, putting the latch on the door and drawing the curtains over the one window that was above the beds.

Turning back to Terri, she'd already stripped off and was lying back on the bed with her hands behind her head. Darcy watched her appreciatively and sighed in delight at how the afternoon was turning out. 

"Are you coming?" asked Terri. 

Not yet, thought Darcy.

Darcy peeled off her shorts and panties and lay down next to her. They both turned to face each other, pressing their hips together, their legs comfortably laying over each other. They each had one another's breast in their hands and Darcy was the first to put her mouth onto the pale pink nipple of her new lover and she sucked long and hard. She could feel the nub harden as her tongue rasped over it and she gently held it between her teeth, biting down and pulling it out. Terri was whimpering and twisting her fingers into Darcy's hair, guiding her to each breast, holding each fleshy orb as an offering for Darcy so that each breast was tongued and bitten. Darcy used her long fingers to knead the ample flesh and rubbed her face into her cleavage lightly nibbling.

"Oh yeah, that feels so good. My pussy is aching so much Darcy." 

Pulling away slowly, Darcy ran her tongue down the length of Terri's belly to her mound stroking her hands down the sides of her body not breaking contact with any part of her. Spreading Terri's thighs she took her first look at her new lovers pussy. The pubic hair was neatly trimmed and around her cleft it was short exposing her thick fleshy lips. Terri was panting, her face flushed with desire and heat. She threw her arms over her head, her breasts pointing up high to the ceiling. For Darcy this was better than any fantasy she'd ever had. Terri smelt musky and sweet and Darcy's mouth watered in anticipation. 

Spreading the full pouty lips apart Darcy flicked her tongue over Terri's clit, swirling around and around as Terri writhed under her, before finally circling it with her mouth, sucking it hard while she rubbed her tongue over the sensitive nub. Terri was moaning and grabbing at her own breasts roughly, pulling at her huge nipples as they hardened. 

Darcy used her thumbs to keep Terri's pussy lips apart as she licked the length of her cleft with her long tongue, plunging it deep into her cunt and then slipping her thumbs in and out of her gaping moist hole. 

"Oh yes that's so good. Don't stop, please don't stop keep fucking me, please keep fucking me," Terri whispered hoarsely.

Darcy slipped her little finger down to brush against Terri's ass hole, feeling the tiny puckered rose twitch and tighten. Terri's pussy was drenched with desire and Darcy loved the feel and taste of her, so much so that she failed to notice how close Terri was to coming and while her tongue was buried deep in her honeyed pussy and her little finger was stroking her hole, Terri cried out loudly and came in an explosion that surprised them both. Lapping gently at the juice that was dripping from the delicious pussy, she moved to wrap her arms around her lovers' waist. She lay her head down on her belly and waited for the contractions of her body beneath her cheek to abate. 

Terri reached for Darcy, pulling her back up to her mouth. 

"Oh that was too good," she whispered softly. 

"I agree," answered Darcy huskily. 

Terri pulled away and lay soft feathery light kisses onto her neck and chest. Her mouth hungrily sought out Darcy's nipples and using her hands and tongue she lapped and kneaded at the perfect tits making Darcy's pussy gape in expectation.

Lightly biting a nipple Terri ran her fingertips softly down the full length of Darcy's belly sending goose bumps all the way to her toes. Lifting her head her gaze followed her hand to its destination and she drew light circles around Darcy's soft bare mound. Darcy flexed her hips up to meet her hand and spread her legs as far apart as she could. Her pussy was wet and she could feel juice leaking down her ass crack.

Moaning gently Darcy reached down to play with her clit when Terri took her hand and kissed the palm. 

"Let me. I promise you'll come," she said. 

Darcy moaned again in desperation and anticipation. Terri chuckled softly and continued her feather light kisses down the mid line of Darcy's body, pausing to dip her tongue into her belly button. She moved her body over Darcy's and lay her full weight on top of her. Their breasts were crushed against each other and their mounds were pressed together too. They kissed deeply, tonguing each other until they were both breathless.

Terri wriggled down between Darcy's legs, her bare skin rubbing seductively against Darcy, both sighing with desire. Kissing and nibbling her inner thighs, Terri finally flicked her hot tongue against Darcy's cleft. Darcy lifted her hips to give Terri better access, splaying her thighs as far apart as she could. 

Terri paused, "Your pussy is delicious," she whispered. 

Using her fingers she spread Darcy's lips wide and planted her mouth over her swollen clit, sucking long and hard, releasing the pressure when Darcy cried out and then rasping her tongue continuously over it making her cry out again. 

"God even your pussy tastes of peaches," exclaimed Terri.

Her middle finger sought out her dripping hole and without any warning she thrust it in hard and fast, her closed fist slapping against Darcy's swollen lips and thighs. The sharp intrusion into her tight hole was exhilarating and Darcy pulled her knees up towards her and widened them until her hips were aching. 

Terri murmured her approval and whispered, "Oh yes, that's it. Make your pussy tight. Mmm, it feels so good." 

Terri slid another finger into Darcy and rubbed her clit with her thumb. Darcy was dizzy with delight and murmured yes, yes, yes pulling her knees back even more and thrusting her arse into Terri's face.

Terri's tongue found her tight asshole and she swirled it around teasing the sensitive nerve endings. She changed pace and started thrusting three thick fingers into Darcy's now juicy cunt, not letting up on her clit or her ass.

Darcy could feel her climax building with every swirl of Terri's tongue and thrust of her fingers. 

"Yes," she cried, "Yes!" 

Her pussy tightened on her lovers' fingers and her warm juice sluiced over Terri's hand. Terri lapped it up with her expert tongue and slowly slipped her fingers from their lovely warm grotto. Terri laid her head on Darcy's thigh, blowing soft warm air onto her throbbing wet pussy while Darcy shuddered through the final throes of her climax. 

When she had finished Terri scooted up the bed and lay down next to her, they held hands both breathing heavily. 

"This couldn't have turned out to be a better job," whispered Terri turning towards Darcy. 

Darcy grinned, kissing her gently on mouth, she tasted her own peach scented pussy.

"I couldn't agree more," she said. 



Peaches a Plenty



Peaches, peaches everywhere but not a bite to eat. 

I was pondering upon my existence and lack of life while downing my second glass of whisky. A hunger deep inside me resided for many months with no opportunity for quenching. Suddenly a gorgeous peach appeared before me begging to be eaten. Mind oblivious to my body's actions, I was madly devouring the fruit with out any thought involved.

The peach on which I was feasting had been presented from underneath a tight leather skirt when the petite maiden leaned over the bar counter pining for the bartender's attention. I knew not her name, nor her face, and yet I continued loving her sensuous nether flesh as if she was the only lover I ever knew.

My mouth was busy loving the tasty peach as the mind began to contemplate. Actions of both were self driven, independent, and relentless. The explanation for my sudden behavior -- desperation due to the prolonged loneliness, madness egged on by the bitter-sweet poison coursing through my veins, or perhaps frustration from forgone physical fornication -- was yet unknown, even to myself.

My tongue remained active upon her puckered crevice as the young lady straightened up to spy upon her predator. Her skin was warming under my lips and my chin was feeling moisture gather in the folds which my mouth still ignored. The petite figure spun so that my face was now pressed against a naked mound smelling of female sex, perfume, and leather. Tiny hands pulled down the skirt and gently lifted my chin so that she could greet me. 

I slowly stood up and straightened my ruffled attire. My face was most from my won saliva and smelled faintly of her subtle aroma. I wiped my lips dry with my hand and cleared my throat.

"Excuse me, madam."

Still stunned from the awkward experience, the young woman remained speechless for quite some time. The look on her face was not one of anger, but part joy, part arousal, part astonishment, and puzzlement. Her mouth opened to ask a question, but only let out a gasp. 

"Pardon my rudeness; I know not what came over me. I suppose I couldn't resist such a luscious piece of fruit." I signaled the barkeep for some water. "Perhaps you should sit awhile," I said as I grasped her delicate hand and assisted her with a chair. 

Another young woman appeared out the crowd, searching for someone, and finally found the woman sitting across from me at my table. "Where have you been, girl?" What the heck are you doing with him?"

The other woman sipped some water, still silent. She just coyly smiled and blushed. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, the young woman's composure was returning.

"Well, I guess you could say that I've just been violated," she giggled.

"Say what?" the other woman exclaimed.

"I do apologize; I didn't mean to upset you in any way. Oh, by the way, my name is Paul."

"Well I'm Maggie. But, can someone tell me what the heck you did to April?"

The petite brunette giggled into Maggie's ear, re-accounting the unique greeting that I had given her earlier. Maggie's Jaw just dropped. "For reals?!" The two girls chattered to each other, at a level inaudible to me against the loud club music.

"So Paul, what reason did you have to rim a stranger's ass in the middle of a bar?" inquired the taller, buxom beauty, "especially with out her permission."

"My mind had no involvement what so ever. My body just acted. I mean no harm or displeasure to your young friend." I paused, "quite the opposite in fact. I hope she enjoyed it as much as I did. As I said to her earlier, I guess I couldn't resist such a gorgeous arse."

"Gorgeous ass, that she does have," said Maggie. April seemed to jerk suddenly as if kicked in the shin. The two ladies peered into each other's eyes and kissed. I now understood the depth of their relationship; they weren't just friends, they were lovers. And what shocked April, I surmised, was likely a pinch or slap to her firm cheek. 

"A thousand pardons ladies, I wouldn't have tasted they flesh if I had known you were taken, or lesbian for that matter. I probably just dug myself deeper in the pit for which you already hold men. Is there any thing I can do to make it up to you both?" 

"Well we are lovers, but only your victim is gay," sated the little brunette. "My li'l girlie is happily bi, always craving what both genders present."

"Yuppers! I love both the pulsing cock and the dripping pussy." The redhead seemed quite proud of that fact.

"Well let's see, what can you do to please us?" April's face spread into an evil grin just before she gave a small peck on Maggie's cheek. "I've got a kinky idea. We're taking this man home... or to bed, to be exact."

"You want to do what? You want to invite a man into our bed?"

"No, of course not, I'm not inviting anyone," she said. "I'm demanding that he join us."

The curvy redhead just gasped in shock.

"Excuse me?" I asked, stunned.

"It's your own fault. You didn't give me any choice when you started eating out my ass in this hopping club and now I'm horny as all get out. And it's all your fault, so I'm going to give you a choice. "

"Did I hear you right, you're wet... for a man... a man with a Y-chromosome and the parts to prove it?" 

Maggie's hand left the table and disappeared somewhere underneath it. April closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. "You tell me, babe." The two women passionately kissed as approval and confirmation of the plans.

"A ménage a trois between us?"

"Mes oi, missoiur," they said in unison. 

The two women's entangled hands were lifted and presented to me. I grasped both hands in one of mine, brought them to my lips, and gently kissed them. I lingered with each kiss smelling the aroma of each maiden. The first hand smelled of a rosy perfume, the faint scent of leather, and familiar fragrance of sex. The second, smaller hand smelled of a familiar perfume plus a different scent of sex. I immediately realized the recent placement and actions of each delicate finger.

With a smile on my lips and a lifted eyebrow, I replied: "I accept."

I took the hands I still held, and lead the ladies around the table. Once by at my side, their arms laced with mine, and we left the club in eager anticipation. Maggie, being of sober mind and body, drove us to their apartment. April and I sat in the back. April's skirt was bunched up and legs spread wide as she kept herself near the boiling pointed of ecstasy. I enjoyed the blissful show and aided only by sensuously rubbing her legs and feet.

Drunken with ecstasy and alcohol, April succumbed to my charms and was carried to the door. Maggie led the way and unlocked the door. By the time I had removed my coat, April was stripped nude and looking for a bottle of wine. Both girls retrieved some glasses and turning on some music. I proceeded to open the bottle while watching the two girlfriends bathing each other in kisses. Hands wandered over gorgeous bodies and Maggie's silk blouse was slowly being unbuttoned.

April's hand had slipped inside the silk and massaging the soft flesh hidden beneath. As I presented them with filled glasses, her hand was removed to accept some wine. The two lovely women continued to kiss between sips of wine and slowly dancing to the music. Soon delicate hands slid the silky blouse off the shoulders so that it pooled around Maggie's ankles. Standing in only a tight black denim skirt, the voluptuous woman bent down to suckle on the tiny breast of her lover. 

The petite figure stood straight just barely over five feet tall. Her soft white skin was bare of all hair apart from the thick main of chocolate-colored hair that curled around her neck. Her pink, A-cup mounds were blushing too the match the burgundy lips of her hungry lover. The suckling babe kneeled so that she was no longer 5-7. While still much heavier than the other, Maggie's curves flowed perfectly like a classic Grecian goddess. The denim skirt was being shimmied of her hips so that only a small satin thong remained. The feminine figures embraced in the center of a room as a living monument to all the goddesses of love.

Slowly, the girls made their way to a bedroom as if no one else was watching. Feeling a little awkward, and forgotten, I lingered in the living room unsure if I should follow or not.

"Are you going to join us, or not?" came a voice.

No more persuasion was needed to get me moving.

The site to behold as I entered the room was as great if not better than any pornographer's dream. Maggie was sprawled out on the king size bed enjoying the pleasure to be had. April was busy devouring her 36DD fun pillows while her tiny hand was fingering away under the wet fabric of the thong.

"You're the first and only man who has ever made me happy, let alone horny. So you better be able to put your money where your mouth was. As an ambassador for the male species, you better do me right tonight, or you'll never do anyone again."

Maggie reached her hand toward me to undo my belt. I too was quickly undressed and my rigid flesh sprung into view and into Maggie's hand. "Don't worry, boy, if you pound her pussy half as well as you rimmed her ass, you're guaranteed to please her."

I lifted April up by her butt and dropped her in the middle of the bed beside Maggie. I dove my face between her legs to feast upon her simmering twat. Maggie crawled over and strattled April's face then massaged April's tiny tips as well as her own monstrous mounds.

Though the sounds were muffled by her friend's fleshy thighs, April was soon moaning and grounding under the influence of my talented tongue. She was still quite moist from the feasting I earlier undertook, no doubt even more hot and wet from the long eternity spent in anticipation of pleasure. My lips and tongue traced a variety of paths around every crevice and fold to be found. I had two fingers diving deep inside her sensuous cavern, while my thumb tantalized the titillated opening.

I tried to look up to spy upon the action of April's northern portion, but was unable to discern the details hidden beneath Maggie's flesh. I could see and hear her write around upon April's Face as if she was intentially trying to smother her. Maggie's caressed her soft curves, twisting her nipples as well as those of the lover beneath her.

As one of my fingers circled around and played with April's clit, my tongue dove into the hungry void of her cunt. Whenever my tongue popped out, it spread wide and took a few long laps from her pale brown anus up to her swollen pink button before sharply jutting back inside. With my other hand, a finger traced her puckered aft opening teasingly, then forcefully yet gently plunged deep inside her nether region. 

This sudden assault pushed her over the edge of ecstasy causing her body to convulse uncontrollably. April's own orgasm was transferred into her oral play and therefore conducted straight into Maggie causing her unmuffled mouth to scream and squeal in delight. I continued my oral onslaught adding an additional finger to April's anus. April just rode her way through another orgasm or three that kept her in absolute bliss for several minutes. Maggie's orgasm wasn't as numerous, but very intense and hardly less pleasurable.

Maggie collapsed with a smile on her face with hardly an ounce of energy to her body. April just gasped and breathed deeply, having even less energy than the beauty beside her. I slowly licked the sweet honey dew flowing from April's still-quivering openings. Sitting up, I took one glass of wine and took a few sips. I gave another flute to Maggie.

"Mm-m-m," Maggie hummed rolling the wine on her tongue. Overlooking her lover's body beaded with sweat and flush with blood, Maggie turned to me and said, "I thing you passed the test." April still had yet to open her eyes as she still reveled in bliss. She just laid there in a trance - lost in her own world of ecstasy.

I was truly pleased with my performance, but my hard throbbing member still remained unattended.

I went to the bathroom to throw some water on my face as the women regained their second wind. In the kitchen, I found some canned peaches and returned with the erotic snack.

By the time I had returned to the bedroom, both lovely ladies were wide awake revling in the blissful afterglow of mutual cunnilingus.

I refreshed their glass and presented them with a small bowl of peaches. Maggie reached her creamy white hand and pulled out a single slice. She used the syrupy fruit to trace a circle around April's sensitive nipples before bringing it to her awaiting lips. April playfully sucked on the juicy flesh before completely taking it all in and swallowing. Maggie licked the sweet juices off her own fingers and those glistening April's nipples.

With one slice in my hands, I did the same to Maggie's breasts as she did to her lover's. She, in response, bent down her head and engulfed one of her fleshy mounds, intern ingesting the fruit as well. Then April, enjoying the site, engulfed the other fruit covered mound. With another peace of fruit held between my teeth, I traced a line over Maggie's body. The line started near her feet, preceded up her thigh, her stomach, her chest, and ended on her neck. Maggie then met my lips with her own and divided the fruit between us.

April took a long sip of wind and shared it with Maggie with a kiss. "You done good, boy," she said with a smile, "but you haven't yet finished the job." Both ladies were now eyeing the still neglected piece of flesh that now hung semi-rigid in my lap.

"Aye, ladies, my money lies limp awaiting to venture where my tongue had already traveled."

The naked beauties rolled over and crawled to where I sat at the foot of the bed. Maggie, being the one who knowingly enjoyed the pleasure of many flesh, gladly lowered her head to kiss the awaiting head of my cock. It wasn't long before the spongy flesh returned to its stone-hard glory.

April was willing to try but still hesitant. She had too many views toward men and viewed fellatio as purely subservient actions forced upon women. With one hand gently stroking the length of my member, Maggie caressed April's body coaxing her into trying the same.

"Come on, babe," Maggie pleaded, as if it was her own cock she was wanting sucked. "Just give it a little suck and a lick, you might like it." April leaned forward and did just that -- still not turned off nor turned on by the idea.

I leaned back to relax, and offer the ladies better access, but in so doing, flipped back off the end of the bed. My summersault ended with my back on the floor and all three legs sticking straight up. No one was injured, thankfully, so we all just laughed away at my acrobatics. I bashfully got up and sat back down in the middle of the bed, this time, leaning in the opposite direction. 

Both girls were a little shaken up, but only by laughter. Maggie returned her sensual mouth to my delicates as April watched her in awe -- not from the difficulty of task, but the great enjoyment Maggie derived from the activity. My eight-inch flesh was moderately large, but not impossible to deep-throat -- though Maggie was doing perfectly fine with out resorting to that extremity. The buxom redhead just bobbed up and down in pure delight as if the pulsing flesh was actually a delicious ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

"Your turn again," she said, pulling out the swollen head with a loud 'pop' before pointing it towards her friend. "Just suck on it lick a clit-a-licious lollipop."

April took the tick meat in her own hand for the first time and began pulling and stroking it as she saw her friend do earlier. She never thought of a dick as a large clit, which she already knew she licked sucking and playing with. So with a new image in her head and a lightened heart -- due from both wine and laughter -- April closed her eyes and engulfed the first few inches of flesh.

Sucking on it, as she had done to so many dildos before, April soon learned she too was enjoying it. The tiny little lesbian was also pleasantly surprised by the added taste of the precum that occasionally oozed out of the head. April was quite happy to find sucking a living cock to be as enjoyable as sucking one strapped on to her voluptuous lover, or her lovers very own snatch. With the thick flesh still held in her lips, she looked up into my eyes and then into Maggie's. April couldn't help but smile and blush when she saw Maggie noticing her enjoyment.

With a soft set of lips working wonders on my cock and another tongue caressing my sack, I knew it wouldn't take long before I would have exploded in the sweet virgin mouth. Seeing that I didn't wish to do so right off, I lifted Aprils head from my lap. The ladies passionately kissed each other and then me in turn.

"Ladies, your mouths have worked wonders on my pulsating 'money', but it still hasn't been anywhere my mouth has been."

Taking my cute to action, April eagerly turned around to experience even greater pleasures. I too hopped up so that I was kneeling behind the woman on all fours. I bent down and lightly kissed the flesh of the beach of which I've already feasted.

My tongue teasingly raked across her crack as a moistened finger plunged deep inside. Maggie was at the side of the bed, digging through a drawer full of toys and pulled out a bottle of lotion. I applied some to the puckered opening and easily thrust in with two and soon three fingers. No longer laughing, April's face turned to one of anguish as she started concentrating on the intense pleasure she was receiving.

With three fingers easily thrusting inside her back side, I had the other hand sliding along my shaft, lubricating it further with the lotion. "I think you've endured enough of the pocket change, now it's time fore the big money."

With a few more drops at her opening, I quickly plunged my pulsing cock deep inside her. April lout out a loud grunt as she felt the expanse of a man filling her interior for the first time. I just remained still filling her up to the hilt as the petite lesbian virgin was broken in and became accustomed to my throbbing size.

Always the gentleman who plays every angle, I slowly swayed side to side knowing the curly hair on my scrotum tickled and teased April's wet pussy lips. Tensing and relaxing my PC muscle, my cock to twinged and throbbed deep inside while still not moving an inch.

"Quit teasing, you prick, hurry up and give it too me!" Not one to deny a lady's request, I slowly pulled out completely, so that only the head remained inside, and quickly drove in deep.

April and I were so focused on her pleasure, we both forgot about Maggie's absence. Finally developing a slow yet forceful rhythm, I saw that Maggie was frantically looking through the closet. 

"Condoms, condoms, where the heck are the freaking condoms!" she interrogated the closet. Birth control is obviously not a normal necessity in a lesbian love shack.

After finding a couple, she returned to the bed with a few in hand. I was quite literally in too deep to dress up now, so April allowed me to continue. Maggie grabbed a random toy out of the drawer and lubed it up for herself. Along passionate kiss with April was all she needed to get back in the action. Maggie was hotter than hell watching her lesbian lover being probed in the ass by a strange man. The toy thrust deep inside her slit in the very rhythm amongst April and I.

My hands were enjoying every inch of April's body they could reach. One finger found its way to her clit and moistened itself in her juices. The finger lightly flicked and rubbed her love button. April, once again unpleased with my subtleties, took my hand in hers and plunged two fingers inside her forward chamber. Her hips rocked back and fourth to meet the thrusting of my own.

"Oh, mmmm, yes-s-s-s. I'm cum-m-ming!" she screamed. "Fuck me. Harder, faster, fuck me good!"




Peaches a Plenty



Slowing my pace through her climax, I waited before asking where she wanted me.

"I said FUCK ME! I want you to cum in my ass!"

I picked up the pace and thrust harder and faster. Maggie taking cue, started speeding up her own rhythm. My entire body stiffened as I shot April's back-door chasm full of my fertile cream. The sensation of being filled with cum was new and overwhelming to April. Being full of man meat and now man seed, she crashed through another orgasm, screaming out every profanity as she went. Maggie, too, climaxed the sight of her lover's anal ecstasy.

I could feel April's anal muscles milking my cock dry and remained clamped of for all it's worth. "Dude, you are mine now, I ain't ever gonna let you go."

April fell over onto the bed bringing me with her. A smile shown brightly on her face -- obvious sign of her ultimate satisfaction.

"Baby, you're been broken," Maggie giggled. "You like sex...with men."

"Wrong, Babe, I like sex with THIS man."

On that note, the three of us got under the covers with me in the middle. Maggie snuggled in close behind me. I brought April closer to my chest, my rigid flesh still held captive -- unable to withdraw or shrink completely. My total body was well relaxed and ready for a good night's rest after being thoroughly satisfied, and in that I'm sure I wasn't alone.

That was, by far, the best sex I've had since I was wed, not to mention the only sex since the divorce. Feeling the heat and moisture among our three bodies, I knew the ladies were just as impressed. And best of all, I knew when morning came, more fun was to be had.

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The sleep was deep and peaceful for me. I awoke late in the morning on my back, with two beautiful heads lying on my chest. I was unable to move or even reach the remaining wine to moisten my lips, so I just remained still, quietly listening to the peaceful breathing of the sleeping angels.

Maggie was the second to waken. With a deep breath and a long stretch, she looked up into my eyes. "Morning, handsome," she said, with a smile and a kiss.

"I don't wanna get up, I'm too comfortable." Maggie just laid her head back down and began petting my stomach as if expecting it to purr. I smoothed down her hair to expose her angelic face.

With a groan and a sight, Maggie reluctantly rolled out of bed. "I gotta pee, and probably shouldn't do so in bed."

I just shifted my freed body portion as the other part was still lightly pinned under the sleeping little doll. I laughed to myself watching the buxom beauty nakedly running into the bathroom -- her smoothing curves and creamy skin bouncing and jiggling as she went.

I lightly ran my fingers through April's gorgeous silky locks and looked upon her sleeping eyes. My left arm was beginning to go numb and was creating a sense of impatience inside me. Softly I blew into April's face peacefully waking her out of a deep sleep. She just looked up at me and smiled.

"Oh good, you're up," Maggie said reentering the room. She threw me a warm wet towel so that I could clean up a bit, and she also brought it a glass of water. I wasn't even finishing wiping down my face when April snatched it away.

She took the moist cloth to clean her face with the hot steam waking her further. April then took the towel and ran her hand down my body focusing on my pelvic area still encrusted with last night's passion. Maggie was off making coffee and was unable to see April's initiative. 

The warmth of the towel and the cool breeze from April's subtle breath on my skin quickly awakened my sleeping cock. Her delicate hand slowly helped it back to its full size and glory.

"Don't you first want some breakfast or something?"

"Nope," she said, throwing off the covers. "I think I want breakfast in bed today." April's lips placed kisses on my freshly cleaned flesh stopping at the rock-hard shaft she had formed between her erotic fingers. Her soft lips wrapped around the large head and began to slide up and down upon it.

Maggie appeared in the doorway and stood speechless. She was watching a woman previously scared by the penis now sucking on it passionately and under her own free will. I too was surprised of the actions of the former lesbian -- surprised, but not ungrateful.

I could only image what thoughts or dreams raced through her spirited mind as I watch her happily bob up and down in my lap. Her courage and skill developed dramatically as she slept. Less than five or ten minutes after she started, I was fighting not to unload. Breakfast is what she wanted, and breakfast is what she was going to get it. I flowed forth as I was powerless under her relentless oral loving. The cream filled her cheeks, but not one drop was wasted. She milked me dry and swallowed every drop down. Maggie and I just watched in awe.

Newly satisfied, April stood and greeted Maggie with a kiss -- their tongues sharing the taste of my semen between them. Giggling like a school girl, April skipped into the bathroom, her little bubble of a butt cutely jiggling with every step. Maggie and I just laughed.

I was finally free to get up myself. Maggie pulled a robe from the closet for her and handed me a clean pair of boxers she assured would fit. I trolled by the bathroom and saw April on the toilet humming to herself.

"Don't be shy, sailor. I left the door open on purpose." I accepted her invitation and sat on the edge of the tub. The bath tub, which looked like the size of Jacuzzi, seemed to be what the doctor ordered. So I began filling it for a nice warm bath for the ladies.

"Well aren't you the sweetest," Maggie said walking in behind me. "You know just how to treat a girl."

"...In every which way," April added with a knowing giggle.

Maggie reached behind me and added some scented oils to the filling water. The sound of the flowing bath water and the small stream heard pouring from underneath April added to the pressure already built inside me from the long night of drinking and sex. And to make it worse, the girls realized this as well.

"Feeling some pressure are ya?"

"Imagining flowing springs, raindrops, and waterfalls?"

"Very funny, girls. Maybe I won't put out any more."

They just laughed. "You want to know just what you're capable of as much as we do." April was by now finished and was toying with me not giving me access.

Pushing back on the toilet seat, April had created a three-inch window between her legs. "How good is your aim," she said with a cocked eyebrow.

I didn't know if she was serious or still joking. I continued to sit there in patient unrest waiting for a response. April just sat there testing or toying with me.

"Excuse me li'l lady, but I have no intention of using your lap for a urinal." I gently scooped up my arms underneath her person and lifted her to the countertop. 

I was shy about peeing as the two beautiful women watched, but my maxed-out bladder didn't care about an audience. I dropped my shorts and let loose. 

"Well, I never..." April joking scoffed while jumping off the counter. She and Maggie left me in peace so they could get some coffee.

A few minutes later, I met them in the Kitchen. Both were sitting around the breakfast table sipping coffee and eating various munchies. I was surprised how beautiful the girls looked with out make up and barely dressed. Maggie looked fuckably cute in her flannel robe. April was sexy as can be wearing only a large men's shirt, dangling her smooth creamy legs. The look on her face glowed of sex and her eyes were just screaming, "Fuck me.' I walked over and poured my self a cup, hoping the tent in my shorts wasn't too obvious.

"Boy, aren't you a horny bastard," Maggie said, grabbing a handful of my rigid flesh.

"Your ladies' bath is ready."

April stood up, placing her hand next to Maggie's on my love handle. "You mean ours'." 

Together, we all walked back to the bathroom with both ladies pulling me by the engorged handle. We all slipped inside the steamy tub. The warm water felt great to all of us and instantly succumbed to total relaxation. With the suds and soap, our bodies were soon clean as they were relaxed. Amidst the soaping and rinsing, feminine hands ventured every where for some frisky petting. 

After what seemed like hours, I helped the ladies out of the tub. I found clean bath towels to hand dry every part of their sensuous bodies. They, in turn, proceeded to dry me; using only the smallest of washcloths, they made sure every inch of my person was buffed dry. While I am sure I appeared as quite a handsome fellow, the girls on the other hand, were simply glowing like angels. Their every inch clean and natural -- void of any clothing, make up, or perfumes apart from the faint scent of fruity soaps.

Feeling ever more bold with heavenly bodies, both girls strolled into the living room purely at ease with their nudity. Two female bodies swayed like weeds in the wind; walking on their toes only further accentuated the feminine forms.

Hand in hand, the sat down on the couch like a couple of queens upon a throne. The gentle ladies delighted in being served by a handsome man with every bulging muscle exposed, apart from what was hidden by the apron I wore. They sipped coffee while watching me cook for them and giggled in every attempt I made in preventing any "serious" burns. We now slowed down and had a more adult conversation eating breakfast. The small talk was quite playful and made no involvement of the fact that we were all nude.

Figuring the girls' skin was a little dry, I eagerly offered to rub some lotion over their bodies. This time, I wanted to focus my attentions on Maggie -- the larger, but ever more beautiful of the two ladies. I instructed Maggie to lie down on the bed as April handed me some lotion. Straddling her legs, I warmed the lotion in my hands and began working it into Maggie's back. My limp muscle rested in the rack of her ass and rubbed up and down the length of the crease when ever I'd slide my hands along her spine. I kneaded my knuckles and palms into her soft flesh releasing any tension that was knotted inside. Maggie let out a soft sigh and moan with every pressing of my bulk upon hers. Though not entirely erotic, April was enjoying the show. She said in a small lounge in the corner rubbing her down with oil.

From her shoulders, down her back, I gently massaged every soft inch of Maggie's back side. I scooted my hips down so that my now rigid member hung between her knees. My hands now were able to work the lotion deep into her pillowy soft cheeks. Each of my large hands squeezed and mashed the marshmallowy flesh. I quite literally kneaded her but like mounds of dough in my hands. I was getting the sense that Maggie was enjoying this more that I ever could. I teasingly ran a finger delicately up and down her crack and rubbed her puckered opening. With a drop of lotion, a finger easily slid inside but only to the first knuckle -- a taste of the coming meal. The other hand rubbed and caressed her back and thighs as the one finger simply twiddled at her opening.

I removed my self so that I was sitting next to one of Maggie's legs and motioned for April to get beside the other. Together, April and I gently massaged Maggie's meaty thighs, claves and feet simultaneously. Maggie almost looked dead in her state of relaxation. As I focused on the soft feet, April decided to take it further. Maggie's legs spread wide to allow April access to the glistening folds of pleasure awaiting her touch. I saw a small hand disappear between Maggie's thighs and only a little thumb remained visible to play with her anus.

Wakening from her deep relaxation, Maggie let out a loud groan of pleasure. Now heavily aroused, she turned to grab her girlfriend's head for a kiss. Realizing the regular massage was over, I grabbed both of Maggie's ankles and flipped her onto her back. April gladly rolled onto her lover with lips still locked. Feminine hands roamed over each other's bodies as both bodies ground into each other. Tit to tit and clit to clit, the girls' passion was that of which I've seen no like.

"Where's that pretty little cock at?" April said, after breaking the kiss. Spinning around on her belly, April and Maggie then latched on with tongue to clit. With all lips busy, April used her free hands to persuade me to join the action.

April sat up on Maggie's face so that I was able to lift the juicy hips upon my awaiting pole. With cock encased, I slid deeply into the dripping snatch. As I thrust into the buxom babe, she moaned into the tight folds of her lover. April, wanting more, leaned over and sucked her lovers love button now engorged from my thrusting. The former lesbian dilled and sucked the clit with her nose being tickled by my wiry bush. With one hand wrapped under her lady lover, April was skillfully able to play with Maggie's anus and my swinging scrotum.

With my powerful thrust as well as April's tantalizing tonguing, it wasn't long before Maggie began convulsing in a powerful orgasm. Her screams of pleasure were muffled by April's dripping snatch which was also reacting in ecstasy now. The ladies kept the elective surges of each other's orgasm pulsing in a circuit of bliss. I was enjoying the sight, sounds, and translated sensations of climaxing mass of female flesh before me. All of my energy and concentration was barely enough to hold back the fountain inside me.

Calming down, April rolled off Maggie so they could kiss once again. I bent over to join the passionate kiss as well. The girls instructed me to lie down so that Maggie could be on top. As I stretched out beneath her, I saw April standing beside the bed donning a strap-on. She then crawled over behind Maggie and crouched down. Maggie laid down on my chest, my large throbbing cock nestled in her cunt. She smiled and moaned as I felt a slight pressure against my cock from within Maggie's interior. April was slowly penetrating Maggie's ass, and I was able to feel every inch of motion between the intestinal walls. 

Slowly yet surely, April and I began a pumping rhythm. As I withdrew, April penetrated, and then slid out as I thrust inside. Maggie rocked her hips to meet our pace. Three naked bodies rolling and thrusting like an organic oil rig. Moans and groans, slaps and squishes -- all sounds loudly filled the air. The exact origins of each were indiscernible as we became a single entity. Sweat, oil, and all flavors of sex peculated the room with our aroma.

"I cum -m-m-ming!" shouted a voice. Almost instantly, the entwined organism of tits, clits, cock and balls shook and suddenly became rigid. Soft skin of all shades was covered in sweat and blushing with blood.

"O-o-o-oh, ye-e-e-ea-a-ah," came one booming voice, a compilation of all three sets of vocal chords.

The well oiled machine slowed to a crawl and broke into three hot and happy bodies. My spongy flesh plopped out of Maggie with the condom blown up to the size of a balloon. The ladies removed the rubber from my person careful not to waste any of the prized spunk. I was in a sleepy haze as I watched April turn it inside out encasing her plastic phallus. Maggie began sucking the rubber cock enjoying the taste of man, while April went to work milking the original source.

I felt like the owner of a prize race horse. I sheepishly watched two ladies sucking cock before me. One was my own, the other a substitute, but both dripping with my fertile see. I was about to doze off to sleep, but April's relentless tongue play awoke my member, and me along with it.

Having cleaned out the condom and April's cock, Maggie removed the phallus to tongue the true female flesh. April was moaning and giggling onto my cock, making it perk up even harder. April then hopped up and engorged herself on my upright rod in one short swoop. Maggie now did as her lover partook moments earlier. She too acquired a strap on and started to stroke it. Soon the newly acquired phallus was lubricated and inserted into April's back side.

In the same position as before, now just in tighter caverns, I was in bliss. As I saw the petite brunette near the edge, I couldn't have imagined it any better, but Maggie was planning on surprising me, much to my delight. Suddenly through the thin membrane that separated April's forward and aft caverns, I felt a burst of energy. What I thought was the same simple dildo was now wildly vibrating thunderously in April's anus. The writhing naked mass of flesh now motored onward with a Harley engine driving it to ecstasy.

This time, I was the first to explode fourth as I climaxed. While I flooded April's interior, I reached around and plunged a couple fingers into Maggie's ass -- sending both of them over the edge. One heaving mass of naked flesh rolled over on the bed. Three bodies remained connected at the hip and gently dozed off to sleep. All three were truly satisfied -- each achieving at least two orgasms this past hour.

Once again, we slept, but only for a little nap. This time Maggie woke up first, and was aroused as ever. She slowly ground her hips into April's back and turned the inserted vibrator back on. Soon all three of us were awake and grinding back and forth. This time, it was more of a romantic experience than before. April and my eyes locked, and then or lips. Second, Maggie and I did the same before the two women kissed each other. We eventually climaxed, but is was a long, gentle, loving orgasm -- not intense or overwhelming. After we reached our high, we remained in a three-way spooning embrace for several minutes. We just laid there listing to each other breathe in harmony.

While the ladies were once again in the mood, I was again feeling the pressure of my bladder. I excused myself and slipped off to the bathroom. I knew I wouldn't be too poorly missed as the ladies quickly go into a '69' position. I took a quick shower and returned to spy on their progress. They were now using a double-ended dildo and enjoying every inch of the rubber and each other.

I noticed that it was nearly noon and we hadn't really achieved much short of a few dozen orgasms. After reaching a few more under my supervision, the girls reluctantly got out of bed and showered as well. Their's took longer than mine -- I'm sure it wasn't due to the lack of steam.

We all got dressed so that I was able to take them out for a proper date. April was able to admit that not men were jerks. For a few months, I moved out of the hotel in which I was staying, and moved into their bed. Being divorced never felt better. Paying my share of the expenses with their pleasure, I was able to save money for a decent place of my own.

A year had passed since we first 'licked' and I am happily in another relationship. Actually, it was Maggie and April who introduced me to my fiancé. April and Maggie are still in a totally committed relationship and neither go looking for any boytoys. However, when they feel the need, I am happy to oblige any of their man meat cravings. I don't "cheat" on my fiancé, she's right there with us, partaking in the excitement. We're all good friends and frequently get together, even if not for sexual encounters. Though the best experiences together involve new experimentation and of course, the retelling (and reliving) of our first meeting.



Peaches & Cream



Back in ’72 I spent the summer mowing lawns. This particular morning I was cruising down the road listening to my newest album, Eat A Peach. I had picked this cassette because I was on the way to a friend of my mother’s to cut her lawn. Her name was Dolores but since she was a kid everyone called her Peachy. I had known her since I was a kid and without a doubt, she was a total babe. I had spent many a night dreaming about Ms. Peachy. Well dreaming is not the right word. Ms. Peachy had to be without question the finest looking of my mother's friends. And also without a doubt, she had the finest boobs I had ever seen. So I had many a fine time thinking of those boobs, jacking my cock until I spewed streams of creamy cum upwards like an erupting volcano. I had hoped that eventually I’d be able to splash the ceiling but as of yet I’d been unsuccessful. So as you can see, what else but Eat A Peach? 

I was getting a late start on my grass cutting that day. I arrived at Ms. Peachy’s home to mow her lawn a bit later in the day than I had planned. It was already 11 a.m. and, with a bright sun overhead, getting hotter by the moment. However I had already missed her lawn the week before so it had to get done. I rang the bell as usual and, getting no answer, decided either she was busy or not at home. In either case I got started with the front lawn. It went fairly fast and in less then 30 minutes I was ready to move to the back. 

Because of the heat, I was already drenched with sweat and stripped off my T-shirt. I now only had on a pair of old jean cutoffs. I took a good look at them and wondered if they had always been so short. And as I usually did at home when mowing the lawn, I was not wearing any underwear. "Oh well," I thought to myself, "who will notice."

As I opened the gate and moved into the back yard, I saw Ms. Peachy laying out on the chaise lounge she had on the deck. As I closed the gate to the 6 ft wooden privacy fence, she looked a bit startled, sat up and stretched, bringing her arms up over her head. 

'My god,' I thought to myself, 'she's sunbathing.' 

"Oh puddin, its you," she said, "I must have dozed off there."

"Yes, its me Mrs. Keene," I replied, "Sorry if I woke you!"

My eyes must have been bulging as I took in her fine body clad only in a bikini. I had never seen her in a bathing suit much less a bikini. Her skin shone with a layer of oil and boy did she look fabulous. And those boobs were there in all their glory, almost falling out of that bikini that seemed two sizes too small for her.

Coming back to my senses I said, "Oh Mrs. Keene, should I just come back some other time?"

"No puddin," she was quick to reply, "not at all, you just go right ahead and continue there. I'm just here working on my tan. And one other thing which I know I've told you before. I am not nearly as old as you may think I am, so please call me Ms. Peachy, OK?" 

"Sure thing Mrs. Keene, oops, I mean Ms. Peachy," I replied with a big smile.

To my dismay she rolled over onto her stomach. Now I still enjoyed her long beautiful legs and very shapely butt, although neither of those could compare in my mind to her magnificent mammaries. "OK dude,' I thought to myself, 'enough fantasizing, back to work.'

So back to grass mowing I went. Her back yard was very private with her fence but even more so with the hedges that ran around the inside of the entire fence-line. It wasn’t that much bigger than the front yard, but somehow I felt it would take me a good deal longer than the front had. 

The day was even warmer now, and without my T-shirt the sweat rolled down my chest and back soaking my cutoffs. Soon my cutoffs were clinging to me, which, thanks to my many glances at Ms. Peachy's bodacious body in the lounge chair, only served to show a bulge where my slightly hardening cock was located. "Damn,' I thought to myself, 'of all days to wear these super short cutoffs.'

As I mowed I continued to steal some glances over at Ms. Peachy's bikini clad body. I was beginning to acquire a much better appreciation for her fine, poochie butt. As I was going back and forth near the deck, I noticed that her face was turned to the side facing me and that now and then she would open her eyes, just as I passed by. Once we made eye contact, and I noticed a nice big smile on her face. Little did I know that she absolutely loved my body, especially my hairy, muscular chest, strong legs, and the way my cutoffs showed my cock. 

A few minutes later she leaned up a bit and called out, "Puddin could you come over here for a minute please."

I turned off the mower and went over to her. As I got close I said, "Yes mam, what can I do for you."

"Puddin," she said with a big smile on her face, "be a darling boy and put some of that suntan oil on me please."

"Sure thing, Ms. Peachy," I replied, "I'd love to, ahhh wait, I mean I'd be glad to."

"Now puddin," she said, "be sure to unhook this bikini top. I certainly don’t want any tan line there."

"Oh indeed I will Ms. Peachy," I responded, "no problem."

I grabbed the suntan oil, then, standing at the head of the lounge, bent over Ms. Peachy to unsnap her top. I began fumbling with it and could hear her chuckle. Finally I got it. I squirted out a portion of oil onto her back and began applying it in broad circles massaging the oil in with a firm hand. 

I started in with her shoulders then leaned over more to reach the rest of her back. Finally I got a bit daring, leaned over a bit more and started moving to the sides of her back. I thought I saw Ms. Peachy open her eyes a time or two as I bent over her. Moving up and down along the side of her back, I gradually was going lower and lower with each pass. My hands were getting really close to her boobs, but I decided to play it safe and stopped there. 

I then moved over to the back of the lounge and started applying the oil to her legs, beginning at the ankles and moving my way upward. As I got to her thighs, I began applying the oil as if I were massaging her, and was really getting into squeezing those thighs of hers. Ms. Peachy was rather tall, and had really nice legs and especially nice thighs. I was now moving up closer to her butt, and my hands were getting really close to the bottom of her bikini. My eyes were fixed on her butt, and especially at the junction of her butt and thighs. I found myself bending over slightly now and could see a bit of dampness there at the Y.

Feeling her body like this was really getting to me, and I could feel my cock getting really hard now. Finally I asked her, "Would you like me to do your front side now Ms. Peachy?"

"Sorry puddin," she replied looking back at me, "I got that pretty good before you came back here. Thanks for doing my back and legs. You sure do have nice strong hands too. You know, you ought to think about becoming a massage therapist after you graduate."

"Why thank you Ms. Peachy," I said, "I'll give that some thought. Now I better get this lawn done before it gets any hotter." 

I got back to cutting the lawn. After a few minutes, I saw Ms. Peachy reach around, hook her bikini top, then turn over onto her back. 

'Great,' I thought to myself, 'finally I get to see those awesome boobs of hers. I made a point to go extra slow whenever I was within sight of the deck. I was really enjoying the sight of her bodacious boobs there in the bikini. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end (or so I thought), and within about a half hour I was finished mowing. As I shut the mower off, I noticed that Ms. Peachy sat up in the lounge chair. "Puddin," she said, "I was hoping you could help me with something else."

"Sure thing Ms. Peachy," I replied, "what's that?"

"There are a bunch of leaves stopping up my gutter down by that downspout there," she said. "I was hoping you could clean them out for me. There's a ladder around the side of the house there."

"No problem," I replied. 

I went around and got the ladder and brought it to where gutter and positioned the ladder there. I noticed that the ground was not very level, and the ladder didn’t seem too stable. I walked back over to the deck and up to where Ms. Peachy was laying on her back again. 'Damn but those boobs were outstanding,' I thought to myself as I got a close look. The sight of them was really getting to me now, and I only hoped she would not notice the effect.

"Ms. Peachy," I said as I arrived next to the lounge, "this ladder isn't very stable here. Do you think you could hold it while I clean out the gutter?"

"Why sure puddin, I'd be glad to," she replied. 

I stood there for a second and realized that as she turned to look at me she stared directly at my crotch. Turning away quickly I said, "OK let's do it," then walked over towards the ladder.

Sitting up quickly, she got up in the lounge and walked over to the front side of the ladder, grabbing it. I climbed up on the ladder, and noticed that, where I was standing on the second rung of the ladder, my crotch was just slightly higher than her head. Her eyes looked down at my legs then as she began to move her gaze upwards, she paused as she caught sight of my crotch. Unable to move, I stood there, and saw the smile on her face as her lips parted slightly. 

I quickly looked away saying, "We better take care of this gutter."

"Sure thing puddin," she replied and took firm hold of the ladder casting her eyes downward. 

I reached my arms over my head now, began to throw out some of the leaves that had accumulated in the gutter. Fortunately this seemed to help take my mind off of this beautiful woman whose face was mere inches away from my cock. The ladder was shaking badly, and Ms. Peachy did her best to hold it. She spread her legs a bit, and grasped a little higher onto the sides of the ladder, and stopped much of the shaking. 

I glanced down for a minute and watched as her gaze once again moved from my muscular calves, then up to my bulging thighs, then finally directly up at my crotch. Quickly returning to my chore, I had to reach way out to the side now. I knew that with the way I was leaning to get to the leaves, my cutoffs drew away from body a bit. 

Glancing down quickly I saw Ms. Peachy looking upwards. The look on her face though confirmed my suspicion. Her jaw had dropped and I knew that, leaning over as I had been, my cock and balls were in full view. She just stared at me for a few moments, then I noticed her eyes shut, and her body began to waver a bit as if she felt a sudden weakness overcome her. She was now gripping the ladder more for her own support. 

She then opened her eyes once again, and I saw them riveted on my crotch. Knowing that she was watching me only caused me to become more aroused. My half erect cock began to swell and enlarge. And sure enough, even as she watched, she saw my cock slide from under the bottom of my loose shorts. She watched that finely sculpted head slip out into the open, my cock swelling larger until a moment later it was stretched way out of the shorts, and it gleamed in the bright sun light. 

Ms. Peachy glanced up at me and I looked at her. We both seemed to know that there was no further need to 'pretend.' She reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She began squeezing it methodically now. I could feel it getting even harder and she continued to massage it. I could see a look of pure eroticism on her face now. She was totally mesmerized by my cock now, her face only inches away. 

She released my cock, and reached up unsnapping my cutoffs. With a slight tug she pulled them around my knees. She once again grabbed my cock but his time encircled her thumb and forefinger into the shape of an O. She began sliding them up and down now from the base of my cock to the bottom ridge of the head. Up and down, up and down she went, her eyes only inches from my cock. 

I just stood there, my head swimming as waves of total joy swept through my body. My cock was hard as a rock now, and Ms. Peachy kept pumping away. My aching balls, laden with cum hung low now, only inches away from her face. With her free hand, she reached out and took them, and began to squeeze them in rhythm to her other hand. She stared intently on her task in hand, almost oblivious to me.

For several minutes now she continued her manual assault on my cock and balls. I could feel the tip of my cock now begin to seep a few drops of precum. Upon seeing that, I watched in ecstasy as her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she moved her head towards my cock. With the tip of her tongue she began licking the tip of my cock, gathering in the pearly drops of cream. After taking them all, she opened her mouth wide and, glancing up at me for the first time in several minutes, licked her lips. She looked me in the eyes as she slowly wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.

My body started to quiver as she began moving her mouth up and down on the head of my cock. I could feel her tongue probing the tip of my cock for more sweet white nectar. Continuing her sucking on the head, her thumb and forefinger began milking the shaft of my cock again. 

I could feel the cum churning in my balls and my legs were getting a bit wobbly so I held onto the ladder even harder and pulled myself closer towards it for support. This caused my cock to drive deeper into her mouth. Ms. Peachy wrapped her lips tightly around my cock, pulled her hand away, and began to take it deep into her mouth, bobbing back and forth, taking more and more of my cock with each motion of her head. She was taking me all the way into her mouth now, as I could feel my balls against her chin with each stroke. My cock was getting even harder now as I saw her mouth inhale my cock time and time again. Up and down, up and down, she went. There was no doubt in my mind that this woman knew her stuff and was fully intent on giving me a fabulous blowjob.

I felt like I wasn’t going to hold out under such voracious sucking. Not wanting to cum so quickly, I began to pull my hips away from the ladder. But Ms. Peachy had other plans. Reaching her hands through the opening in the ladder, she grabbed a butt cheek with each hand. Pulling me back towards her until my body was pressed against the ladder, she resumed sucking my cock with a quick rhythmic motion, pistoning back and forth like a well drilling for oil. 

Her lips felt like a vise around my cock and I knew there was no holding back now. I thought to myself, 'This woman was going to get a mouth full of cum and real soon too.'

I began humping my hips against her now as if trying to drill a hole through the other side of her head. Her mouth seemed to grasp my cock even harder now, and I knew I was ready to unload. Ms. Peachy seemed to sense it too, and buried my cock deep in her throat. With a gasp, I felt my cock twitch and then I began spewing load after load of hot, creamy cum into that hungry mouth of hers. She gripped my butt harder as I unleashed every drop of cum that had moments earlier filled my balls.

As Ms. Peachy swallowed the last drops of cum, I felt her hands slide off my butt and her mouth slip off my cock. I looked down and saw her smack her lips as if she had just finished a delicious meal. She stepped away from the ladder saying, "Thanks puddin, your cream is very tasty and so much of it too. I certainly enjoyed that." She then crooked her finger at me saying, "Now, I've got some other chores for you today. Please come with me."

As Ms. Peachy began walking towards the house I quickly pulled up my cutoffs, buttoned them and stepped down from the ladder. I followed her into the house. As we went down the hall, I could already feel a twitch in my cock as I watched her butt sway before me. We entered her bedroom and stopped at the edge of the bed. Ms. Peachy turned and looked at me first with a smile that quickly turned into a scowl. 

"Puddin," she said, "we can't have any fun with those shorts on can we now?"

"Mmmmmm no," I replied, "I don’t guess we can."

Ms. Peachy kneeled in front of me, unfastened the snaps of my fly, slid my shorts off onto the floor, where I stepped free of them. She then guided me back onto her bed, having me lie flat on my back. Quickly reaching behind her back, she unsnapped the top piece of her bathing suit, freeing those beautiful, huge boobs. While looking at me she cupped a hand under each, then lifted them one by one to her mouth where she first licked the nipple a couple of times then gave each a good hard suck. Her hands now unfastened her suit bottom, stripping it off and tossing it aside. Licking her lips, she now stood completely naked before me.

She bent over me, then cupped her hands beneath my cock and balls and lifted them slightly. With a smile and sigh, she pressed her face against my cock and balls, rubbing them against her face, inhaling that delicious sexual odor from my crotch. She gave a welcoming sigh as she began to feel my cock returning to life.

Looking up at me she said, "Ah, the glory of youth! This sure is a fine cock you have here puddin!"

Kneeling beside me, she took gently hold of my semi-hard cock, and guided it closer, moving her lips until they were pressing against the now wet tip. Opening her mouth, she slipped out her tongue, licking around the tip of my cock. 

Then, once she felt that cock well lubricated, the eager woman slowly lowered her head, stopping only when she felt the tip of my cock just short of touching the very back of her throat. She began sliding her lips up and down along my cock, taking it from the head to the base. As she reached the base she would pause. I could feel a gentle humming from her mouth and felt my cock begin to reverberate in response. After a few seconds she would move back up to the tip, where I could feel her tongue probe for signs of my juice. She would then repeat this cycle, time and time again, my cock getting harder and harder as the rhythm increased. 

"Ohhh, ahhhhh," I sighed, bracing my shoulders and feet against the soft bed, and arching my back as I thrust upward in an attempt to enter even deeper into that hot mouth. A series of quick short grunts escaped my lips. I knew that she was bringing me once again to brink of exploding deep into her mouth. 

Ms. Peachy must have recognized the signs of my ultimate climax, but continued to work her head back and forth for a moment. She then raised her head, freeing my cock from the velvet embrace of her delicious mouth. She then shut down all systems by squeezing her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock. Applying more and more pressure until she achieved her objective, I felt that tremendous sexual feeling simply leave my body as my cock wilted like a limp noodle. 

"Not so quickly this time my sweet young man," she whispered.

I raised my head and saw my cock, a look of dismay coming over my face. However, after a few seconds, Ms. Peachy released her fingers and inhaled my limp cock, taking it deep into her mouth. This time pressed her lips so firmly into the shaft and started squeezing it. Using her mouth like fingers, she worked my cock like taffy and quickly had it back at full mast. 

She then slowly began to suck, lick and work her head up and down. I was getting back into it again, reveling in the pleasure of her velvet mouth on my cock. This woman's mouth was magic and I knew she could have finished me off any time she wanted to. The sensations were incredible and I could feel my cock throbbing. 

On occasion, I could feel drops of precum oozing from my cock, only to feel her tongue pry open the tip and lap it up. Her expert mouth and tongue continued to give my cock a mega workout. Once again my hips started their involuntary humping. She seemed to raise her head a bit and I began using my legs and back to arch my hips higher and higher. One more time, Ms. Peachy brought my cock to the brink of ejaculation. Just as I was sure I was going to spew, she pulled her mouth away and once again applied that finger clamp of hers, and, like a wilting vine, my cock shriveled. 




Peaches & Cream



Mary sat absent mindedly fingering her new belly ring. Today she wore a loose shirt but her secret was still hidden safe from prying eyes. Her strict catholic mother would never approve even though she was now nineteen, on her own, her first year at college. 

As the professor droned on, she gave up on taking notes, as he was just repeating himself. Still fingering the new belly ring, bored, her eyes began to wander. First to the clock on the wall 15 minutes to go, back to her notebook, and then out of the corner of her eye focused on the man beside her. 

What was his story she wondered? He was always so quiet. They had exchanged pleasantries since the first day of class, small talk, nothing earth shattering. Turning slightly, both eyes on him now, she watched as he wrote. Her eyes continued to wander, making mental notes; the features on his face, manly, strong, soft eyes, sad as though they hid secrets. She had never asked him his age during their brief conversations. She guessed late 30's maybe. The faint lines on his face and small crow's feet around his eyes bore witness to the experiences that life offered. 

Her eyes continued to wander and she soon found herself staring at his groin. Afraid he might catch her; she averted her eyes and looked at the clock on the wall again. The professor's drone had chased away five minutes. Out of the corner of her eye she looked at his groin again and noticed the bulge protruding from his inner thigh. 

As she looked away, she suddenly felt her face go flush. He seemed engaged in the lecture, yet he was hard. What was he really thinking? Who was on his mind? Did he have a lover? He wore no ring. She stole one more quick glance, an image flashed in her head, left and then came back to settle in her minds eye. 

She was sixteen again, staring up the long driveway to her family home which sat back from the road. Behind her she heard the school bus pull away that she had just stepped from. She began to walk towards the house, the sun warmed her and a cool spring breeze licked at her cheeks. 

She walked up the stairs that lead to the front door of the house. A bird which had been sitting on the white railing of the wrap around porch that surrounded the house flew away. Mary stopped at the top stairs, and bent down just enough to gently touch and smell the purple pansies that were residing in the pot where the railing met the stairs. She, with her mother's help, had planted them and now the beautiful spring weather had graced them with life. 

Mary lifted the lid on the top of the black mailbox and fished the key from the bottom. She withdrew it from the mailbox and unlocked the front door. Placing the key back inside the mailbox, she closed the lid and walked inside. Stepping into the kitchen she noticed that her mother was sitting at the table by the window having her afternoon coffee. Instead she found a note, propped up next to a basket of fruit on the kitchen table. The note implied that her mother was down at the senior center with her grandmother and would not be home until early evening. 

Mary walked to the kitchen counter, the time on the microwave displayed in green led lights 2:30 p.m. Mary walked out of the kitchen, across the living room and began to ascend the carpeted stairs which lead to the second story of the house. She thought she might go to her room to catch a quick nap.

She reached the top of the stairs and heard what she thought was a giggle coming from her sister's room halfway down the hall. Then she remembered. Her sister Miriam was home. This morning her sister had developed a sudden stomach ache fifteen minutes before the bus was to arrive. Her mother had relented and let her stay home from school. Mary knew better, but had said nothing. Her eighteen year old sister, Miriam was a senior in high school, had two months until graduation but lately had become a pro at "suddenly" getting sick the past few mornings before school. 

The carpet in the hallway hid the sound of her steps as she began to walk down the hall towards her sister's room. She stopped dead in her tracks when she thought she heard the voice of a man and then a low moan. Was someone hurt? Was someone in pain? 

Mary began to walk again, slowly, taking each step gingerly. Her eyes suddenly widened as she stopped dead in her tracks staring between the cracks in the bedroom door where the hinges attached to the door frame. 

Her sister Miriam was sitting on the bed, wearing a floral spring dress; her legs spread slightly her white panties visible. Randy, her sister's science teacher was standing in front of her his slacks down to his knees, his hard cock glistening as she stroked his penis and mouthed one of his grape size balls. 

Something inside Mary told her to look away. She was starting to feel guilty, as though she should not be watching. She was rooted to the carpet, compelled to stay, her feet betraying her, they would not move. She watched, her mouth agape, as her sister took Randy in her mouth her head bobbing up and down. 

Miriam sat back for a few seconds, and continued to stroke her teacher nimble fingertips briefly touching his black pubic hair. Looking up their eyes met and she smiled a wicked little smile. 

"Better than my mother" she asked?

He smiled at her, gently wrapped his hand around her ponytail and slowly pushed her head back towards his glistening erection. 

"Better than your mother" he said, "then again your mother probably hasn't had a man since your father died a year ago". 

With the beckoning of his hand, she bent forward and softly bit and licked the head of his hard shaft, he moaned. 

Mary felt frozen, her eyes stuck on the scene before her as Miriam continued to take Randy in her mouth. 

The scene before her had taken her breath away, now the mention of her mother and Miriam's science teacher. Was this why he had been over to the house lately talking about her sister and her poor performance in his class? 

In a sense she felt betrayed by her mother. After all it was she who had sat her down when she got her first period and told her about how sinful it was to have sex out of wed lock, and to watch out for the lies of men and how they were after only one thing. 

. "Turn around", Randy said, "I want you".

As Miriam stood and turned towards the bed, she instinctively put both hands out, grasped the top of the bed spread that had lay at the foot of her bed, and steadied herself with her arms. 

"Get on your knees", Randy said in a soft yet commanding voice. 

Miriam, on all fours looked back over her shoulder and with a twinkle in her eye said, "Is this how you want me?" Just like the night you took my mother on the floor of the guest room? 

With his penis still erect, Randy stood behind Miriam. He reached out and slowly slid his hands up underneath her dress. 

Mary watched as his hands reappeared, his strong fingers grasping the band of Miriam's white panties. He pulled them down to her knees; the whiteness of her plump yet firm round bottom a stark contrast to her beautiful tanned legs. 

"Yes just like I took your mother", Randy said as he smiled. 

Raising his hand, the sound of Randy's hand echoed around the room as he smacked Miriam's ass. 

"Ouch", Miriam playfully giggled, "what was that for?" 

"Spying were you?" Randy smiled. "I'm your teacher; I must punish you for being the bad little girl that you are". 

Randy crouched over Miriam. She groaned as Randy's tongue slid between her cheeks, the tip of his moist tongue softly licking the entrance to her tight anus and probing her succulent peach, its nectar moistening his lips. Mary watched as Randy slowly entered her sister, Miriam's muffled groans emanating from the sheets. They were still for a few seconds and then began to slowly rock in unison. Her sister's round bottom rising to meet her lover's thrusts. 

Mary stood in silence, transfixed by Randy's movements. The muscles on the back of his legs flexed and his buttocks squeezed together as he rhythmically buried himself in her sister, his balls swaying below. 

The lovers danced their primal dance as Randy grasped Mariam's ponytail and pulled her head up from the bed, continuing to thrust his manhood into her moist vagina. Mary could see the red flush of her sister's face, a faint glow of pink starting to show, matching her round bottom where the slap of Randy's hand had left its mark. 

Mary watched as Randy slowed his pace, bent over, and whispered something in her sister's ear. Miriam rolled onto her side and sat at the foot of the bed again. Her panties stretched between her knees, feet on the floor. Randy's hips bucked as he took Miriam's mouth, his cock swollen, glistening with saliva a few drops falling to the wooden floor. 

Miriam with a hand between her legs rubbed her swollen rosebud with the palm of her hand, her fingers buried deep inside her wetness a muffled groan escaped her cock filled lips as she came, warm nectar trickling from her peach, spreading out in a small pool on the bed spread. 

Randy bucked, shuddered and then stopped; a guttural groan filled the room. Lifting her face from his black pubic hair, their eyes met as Miriam slid his cock out of her mouth. She brought a glistening index finger to her lips and wiped a small white speck from the corner of her mouth and slowly sucked on the finger. She smiled at Randy and said, "I love the way you nourish me". 

Somewhere in her mind a bell rang. Mary suddenly was jolted back to reality. Class was ending and students were packing up. Mary turned to look at the man who sitting beside her. 

"You ok"? He asked, "Your cheeks are flush". 

"I'm fine", Mary replied with a smile, as the small quiver between her legs, slowly began to move up through her belly. 



Peaches & Cream



Ryan was about twenty years old and had strawberry blonde hair and a peaches and cream complexion. Set into his beautiful face was a pair of dazzling blue eyes and a satin smooth, red gash of a mouth. He was a work of art, but the best thing about him was he had no idea how hot he was. He was a really friendly guy, interested in everything and everyone around him.

One day we got chatting when I called in to the company where he worked as a receptionist. He mentioned something about being really lonely and I couldn't understand why someone who had everything going for him should be lonely. On a whim I decided to ask him out for a meal with me. I didn't think he would agree but he practically jumped at the chance. I couldn't believe my luck and arranged to meet him that very evening.

I took Ryan to a really expensive restaurant which was located in our city's top hotel. I had also rented a room for the night, just in case. I really didn't expect anything to happen, but if it did I didn't want to be doing it in an alleyway. Ryan looked absolutely stunning when he arrived. He was wearing a jacket and tie and managed to look both younger and older at the same time. His white teeth dazzled when he smiled. He had a very attractive laugh, that me you feel as if the two of you were sharing the most private joke in the world.

Everything about the evening was just perfect. The food was very good and we had an excellent bottle of wine to go with it. Ryan was a little worried about the cost but I told him not to worry his pretty head. When I said that his eyes lit up. It was as if a light went on.

'Do you have a girl friend?' he suddenly asked me.

'No. I like guys.' I told him.

'Wow.' he replied.

We sat in silence for a while and then he added:

'I wish a guy would like me.'

'Well, I already know one that does.' I said.

'Really?' he asked, widening his eyes. And then he understood what I was saying. I waited for the "I like you too, but..." spiel.

'Would you make love to me?' he suddenly whispered.

'I'd love to.' I told him.

The evening just got better. We were both desperate to go off and have a hot fuck, but the waiting made it even better. We had some desert and then a glass of port with our cheese. I was slowly undressing him with my eyes. It had been a long time since I was so excited. I reached under the table cloth and stroked his warm thigh. He put his hand under the table and we held hands briefly while we smiled at each other. I felt eighteen again. If I was his age I could easily have fallen in love with him.

When at last we felt we could hold out no longer we made our way upstairs. The minute we were through the door we were in each other's arms. The hunger of his kiss was just amazing. I could feel his hard cock jutting into my thigh as his tongue worked itself around my own. His hands were cupped around my ass and really kneading my butt flesh through the thin material of my slacks. My own cock was soon hard too, and pressed against his crotch. I knew if we didn't break the kiss soon I would cum just from rubbing off against him, but I let him control the action.

Ryan broke off the kiss at last and started tugging on my belt. He soon had it unbuckled and my pants unzipped. He reached into my underpants and fished out my thick, throbbing prick. He gasped and then dropped to his knees. Greedily he slurped on my cock but he was very inexperienced.

'Careful with the teeth.' I said gently.

He looked wounded.

'I'm sorry..'

'Here, let me show you.' I told him.

I pulled him to his feet and undid his pants. I pushed his pants and underpants down to his feet. His slender eight inch boner sprang free. Like him it was a thing of beauty, with a pale shaft and a delicate pink head. A thicket of reddish gold curls swirled around the base of his cock. Below his dick hung two full, pink low hangers. I got down on my knees and helped him out of his pants. I stroked his smooth thighs and butt. He sighed as his cock twitched about. Soon a drop of precum glistened in the piss slit. I touched my thumb to it and passed that drop of salty love lube to my tongue.

And then I opened wide and took him in. I didn't stop until he was in my throat and my lips were brushing his pubes.

'Damn, how do you do that!' he cried.

I eased up his dick until just the tip of his gorgeous cock was in my mouth. I winked at him and then went back to work. My tongue kept on picking up his slippery love leak as I worked him in and out of my mouth. I could not believe how much precum he had. It made me excited, thinking about the heavy load that he would drop later. I had been blowing his cock for a good ten minutes when suddenly he shuddered, cursed and came.

I was a bit disappointed that he had cum so soon. I lay him down on the bed and started to kiss him again. As I kissed I stroked his body, teasing his nipples and fondling his balls. He was soon hard again and started tugging on my clothes. I stepped out of them and lay down. Once more he took my cock into his mouth and did a much better job this time. But a blow job I could get from anyone; a body like Ryan's did not come along every day. I tugged on his hips and soon positioned him above my face. I could tell that he was uncertain about what he was expected to do.

'Sit on my face.' I told him.

It didn't take him long to get the hang of that. As soon as my tongue made contact with his puckerhole he let out a yelp of pleasure and started mashing his ass into my face. He really rode my tongue, forcing it deeper and deeper past his knot. I greedily lapped at his juicy fuck hole. How wonderful it would be if I could get in that tight cute some time, I told myself. Ryan lowered himself down the length of my body and started nibbling my balls. As he licked and nipped he stroked my hairy legs. It all just felt so good.

And then I felt him tugging at my legs, forcing them up in the air, exposing the valley of my ass crack. His tongue plunged into me and it was my turn to be surprised. He was born to this. Ryan was eating me out like he had been doing it all his life. I was soon wet and when he decided to push a finger in to me it went in easily. I guess he was encouraged by this because suddenly he got off me and asked me to turn around. I got up from the bed and took a sachet of lube out of my jacket and handed it to him. I then lay back down and waited for him.

I was encouraged when he started to stroke my back and butt. He wasn't going to hurry into this. For about five minutes he stroked my sensitive bits, working from my back, to my butt cheeks then to my inner thighs and back again. Then he applied a little lube and started working it in to my hole.

'It's so hot in there.' he said.

'Wait till you get your cock in.' I told him.

Even that didn't make him rush. He took his time working the lube in. I told him to slip another finger to me and soon he had me stretched to three. And then I felt his warm cock head touching my puckerhole. I sighed. Never had I awaited a fucking like this one.

He slid into me very slowly. His cock was on the slender side so I had no problem taking it in. He was soon sunk to the nuts and he lay down on my back and kissed my earlobes. I wriggled about under him, enjoying the feel of a super hard cock inside me. And then he started to thrust; very slowly at first; but I think his youth got in the way of good intentions.. He was soon thrusting harder and harder. The slicker, and wetter, and hotter my ass got the harder he nailed me. His breathing quickened as he increased his tempo further still. The sound of his cock pounding my lubed up ass echoed through the room. It was just the horniest sound in the world.

Ryan was soon thrashing about above me, really fucking my ass raw. I was a little shocked when he started cursing and calling me his fuck bitch. I guess he had been watching too many porno films. I decided to show him who was really boss. I started clamping down on his cock, really milking it. He cried out in surprise.

'Oh, fuck my cock.' he moaned.

I tightened my ring around him and held for a few seconds before releasing. Each time he stroked I clamped my assring around his horny cock. He stood no chance. A minute later I heard him yelp as he started creaming off inside my ass. 

I was right about the load. As he withdrew from me his jizz started oozing out my ass. I knew we were in for a really heavy night when Ryan got under me and licked it all up.

END

Copyright Daniel Blue



Peaches & Cream



Hello. Let me introduce myself. My name is Rochelle Della Crème. Yeah I know it sounds like a candy, I get that all the time. I am usually a reader of these letters, but after what happened on my trip to The Netherlands, I had to write in and tell you what went down.

I guess to start at the beginning is cliché, but is appropriate for this story. I started playing an online game called ‘Get Tiffany' about two years ago. During this time I had made a lot of friends from all over the USA, and the world for that matter. I had become increasingly familiar with a couple of people,. (For sake of the story I will use their player names for here on in.) Late one evening during one of our online conversations, my friend ‘Whitey', who is from the Netherlands, invited my friend ‘Peachy' and I over to his place for a party, since there had also been several other player from the game that happened to live in the same part of Europe. Peachy and I thought it a wonderful idea, and since we both had a week of vacation coming up, agreed to it.

Fast forward a few months. Peachy had agreed to make the ½ day travel to my hometown so we could fly non-stop out of a major airport. (Neither of us were too thrilled at the possibility of having to be on a plane any longer than necessary.) While on the plane, conversations started to turn to a racier sort. Peachy knew that I had some feelings for Whitey, and inquired as to what I intended to do once I got there. To be totally honest, I didn't know. I did not want to have any expectations, other than to get insanely high from this great weed that I had been hearing about. And, well, if I got laid in the process, that was just going to be a bonus point.

With the exception of a little turbulence, the plane ride continued without incident. We both slept most of the way so that we were fresh and ready to do the ‘touristy' thing when we finally touched down. The airport was quite busy for a weekday, and we had a little bit of trouble finding ‘Whitey' when we came thru the gate. We eventually caught up with our gracious host and were off to Voorburg, which was about 1.5 hours from the airport.

The Dutch country-side was quite beautiful, a lot more so than the urban sprawl to which I had become accustomed. The air smelled sweet and clean, not smog ladened and dirty.

The three of us made it to ‘Whitey's 7th floor flat about midway thru the afternoon. He welcomed us in with a smile and promptly offered ‘peachy and myself a glass of white wine (as he was not the red wine type). Peachy and I sat on the sofa, Whitey on a lounge chair and started talking about random things. We were about half way into the bottle of wine when Whitey, in typical fashion, suggested that we play a Strip card game. I had played a little of this game with him when we were chatting online, but I did not know what Peachy would say.

Peachy was a little reluctant, but said that she would watch as I played with Whitey and while she grabbed another glass of wine. I shrugged and went to sit near Whitey and draw my first card. An ace of clubs. Yes I would win this round. Whitey drew a two of clubs, so he had to take off his shoes, per my request. We continued this way till we both had our shoes, socks, and tops off, when Peachy, feeling quite inebriated from the wine, decided that she wanted to give it a try.

We agreed to start over, replaced all of our clothing. Whitey reshuffled the cards and told Peachy to pick one. She chose the top card. I chose the 5th from the top, and Whitey took the bottom card. On a count of three, we all flipped over our cards. Me, a 10 of diamonds. Whitey, a jack of clubs. Peachy . . . not a good round for her, she drew a 2 of spades. Whitey told her that she had to take off her shoes. Ha, not a bad thing to do, so she did it willingly.

Back and forth the turns went, each of us removing various articles of un important clothing, things such as belts, earrings, socks and the like. It then came to the turn where Whitey had won over both peachy and myself. He had drawn a king of diamonds and the two of us had both drawn 8's. Whitey got a sly look on his face as he suggested that Peachy and I remove each others shirts. Peachy's eyes widened when she heard what was to be done. "Um, I really don't know if this is a good idea guys. I mean, I really am a bit shy" Peachy said as we could see her face turn a slight pink. "Ahh Peachy, don't be such a spoil sport." I smiled as I got closer to her, my hands moving slowly to the buttons of her shirt. I took the last sip of my wine, set the glass aside and stood up. Peachy looked a bit confused as I offered her my hand. "Stand up," I said. "It will be easier to take your shirt off if we are standing."

Peachy kept her eyes to the floor as she stood up, I could tell that she was quite embarrassed by the predicament. Slowly, one by one, I undid the buttons to her satin blue shirt. The shirt fell slowly to the floor as I undid the last button. Imagine to my surprise, and much to that of Whiteys, when we found out that she was not wearing a bra under that shirt. The soft mounds of flesh jutted from her chest, beautiful and perky. Her nipples were pink and erect from her excited embarrassment.

"Now take off my shirt." I said to Peachy as she finished her wine. 

"Eh, what the hell?" Peachy shrugged as she tossed her glass to Whitey and walked a step closer to me and lifted my t-shirt above my head. "Hey, no fair," She said as she glanced to Whitey. "She has her bra on!"

Whitey sat back and chuckled as he shuffled the cards again. He loved this. He had two beautiful women, friends even, undressing each other in his living room. He had two nearly naked women . . . He felt his dick start to get hard at the naughty thoughts running thru his head at the moment, and he tried to hide it.

I saw what he was trying to do, or rather not to have seen. I whispered to Peachy. "Hey you remember all those times I tried to get into your pants on MSN?"

Peachy's eyes widened a bit as I leaned in closer. I explained to her that we should continue undressing eachother. I told her why not do it, I mean when are we going to be in another country, all the wine and weed we could have. We might as well have some fun of it.

By this time Whitey had finished making a huge joint, lit it and was sitting there, ‘blowing' as they call it, as he watched Peachy and I talking. I wasn't going to have any of that, I went up to him took the joint and inhaled deeply. "I suggest u roll another for your self" I said before exhaling. I took the joint back to Peachy and passed it between the two of us as we sat on the sofa, contemplating our next move. We were both buzzing quite well from the weed and the wine, and decided that now was the time to put on a show for or host. After snubbing the joint in the ashtray, I grabbed the deck of cards, stood and stood in the middle of the room, making like I was going to have Peachy draw for the next round. 

Peachy joined me in the middle of the room. As she joined me, we gave each other a sly smile. I tossed the cards to the ground. Whitey looked a bit confused thru the smoke about him. I smiled as I put a finger to my mouth, as if to shhhh him. Slowly, I removed my bra as Peachy undid the tie that held my skirt closed. The black leather skirt and bra hit the floor and I stood there, no wearing only my panties. I got to my knees as I went to Peachy and undid the button and zipper of her jeans. I let my hands glide softly over the skin of her thighs as I lowered the jeans to the floor and had her step out.

Peachy kicked her jeans aside as she helped me to me feet. We chuckled a bit nervously and we glanced over at Whitey. Whitey sit further back in his chair as he widened his legs, as to relieve some of the pressure on the growing bulge in his pants.

While Peachy was still looking on Whitey, I took her by the hand, and pulled her close to my body. Our soft breasts touched together as I turned her head to mine and softly kissed her on the lips. She was a bit hesitant at first and tried to pull away, but soon relaxed as I let one of my hands move slowly to her crotch. I could tell that she was at least a little accepting of what was happening, her cotton panties were a bit damp. I smiled as I walked her back to the couch.

"Pay attention Whitey." I said, shooting him a glance. "You may learn something." I smiled as I pushed Peachy to sit on the couch. I dropped to my knees where I fastly tore off her panties and pressed a thumb to her wet hole. "Just sit back and enjoy." I whispered to her as I kissed my way from her neck, to her nipples, slowly down her tummy, finally reaching her hot box. I buried my head into her hair and I could hear Whitey getting restless.

Peachy moaned as I tongued her hole, and slightly nibbled on her clit. I could tell that she was about to come when I felt some hands around my waist. Peachy and I both looked up and saw Whitey behind us. He was now fully unclothed, stroking his large cock. "Haa, you two didn't think that I was going to sit by and not get in on this hot action, did you?"

Whitey pushed my head back into Peachy's cunt as he removed my panties. As I reached for Peachy's tits, Whitey took hold of my waist and in one strong thrust, he buried his cock into my pussy. He started pumping me hard and that drove me to tongue fuck Peachy harder. Peachy grabbed the cushions of the couch as she screamed that she was going to cum. That announcement seemed to make Whitey fuck me harder and I could feel my own orgasm peak and explode as I could taste Peachy's orgasm juices flow into my mouth and down my face.

I quickly pulled myself off Whitey's cock and started sucking him off. Peachy recovered from her earth shattering orgasm, and said, "Well I HAVE to repay that." She positioned herself, lying on the floor and pulled my hips on to her face. I sat there sucking Whitey's cock and Peachy eating me out. I felt a second orgasm coming as Whitey's balls began to tighten. I could tell that he was going to cum at any moment cause he grabbed the back of my head and started to actually fuck my face. I felt his spunk fill my mouth, I sucked harder, I wanted every last drop of jizz that he had to give. After he was done cumming, I stood up. Peachy went to get a glass of wine. I smiled, my mouth closed, as I stood up. I pulled Whitey close to me, and kissed him deeply. I started to spit the cum he shot of fin my mouth back to his. He tried to get away, but I used both of my hands to hold him close and make sure he took every last drop, and made sure that he swallowed it as well.

"Drinks anyone?" Peachy said as she handed us each a glass of wine.

"Well, I am now glad I invited you ladies over." Whitey said. "Very glad indeed."

Over the course of the next week, I lose count of the number of times that the three of us fucked and sucked each other. Even when we went out of the apartment, we looked for a spare moment that we could either fondle or kiss each other.

Yes, we definitely gave the term ‘Friends with benefits' a whole new meaning that week.

Rochelle Della Crème 

Detroit, MI

USA



Peaches and Cream



I have a little problem. 

Well, to be honest, it's more than just a little problem. Some might consider it to be a huge problem.

I am addicted to prostitutes.

I have been pretty much all of my adult life, since I first walked out of the front gate at Lackland Air Force Base in Texas and saw a pretty young girl sitting on the hood of a car in front of a massage parlor. When I glanced over at her she had slipped her shorts aside and exposed her hairy vagina, and I had followed her into the massage parlor and shelled out $30 to fondle her breasts and get a blowjob that lasted all of about two minutes. Don't be too judgmental - I had just completed six weeks of basic training in the Air Force and had a little bit of pent up emotion, if you know what I mean.

I was not a virgin, but I had lost my virginity about a week before I went in the service to a girl I was deeply in love with. She had entered my life at the end of my senior year in high school, split me up from my high school sweetheart who I had been dating for two and half years, and made me fall helplessly in love with her. By the time we took each other's virginity, we were engaged to be married. She called it off by telephone during my last week of basic training, breaking my heart and leading me into the arms of my first prostitute.

I had done a lot of fooling around in high school, lots of touching and fingering, and an occasional hand job or blow job, and I had even experimented with gay sex in a relationship that lasted on and off for three years. I'm sure you understand when I say that it's hard work getting laid. Searching, finding the right person, the inevitable pursuit, spending money, and all the other bullshit associated with hooking up with a partner who may or may not have sex with you at sometime in the near (or distant) future.

Prostitutes just seemed like an easier way to get what I wanted when I was 18 years old. I could skip all the steps except the spending of money and have my needs met pretty much whenever I pleased.

You can find a prostitute anywhere in the world. Sometimes they're available in significant numbers right out on the streets. Other times and in other locations they are a little harder to find, but you just have to know where to ask and someone can usually steer you to the small town hooker who can take care of your baser needs.

I spent the next four years at a couple of different locations in Europe and there were more than enough prostitutes to go around. Outside the front gate of the Air Force Base I was stationed at was a quaint little place called the Annabella Haus. It had a bar in front with scantily clad waitresses and porn on the big screens, and then you could go out back to the hotel, where the prostitutes sat outside their rooms. You just walked around until you found one you liked and into the room you went. For the right price, you could have just about anything you wanted. Luckily they had a pretty high turnover of girls; otherwise I would have run out of new partners.

Not far away was the Lisa Bar. It wasn't a strip club, but when you walked in the Vietnamese girls practically raped you while you bought them small glasses of colored water for $10. They worked hard to get you into the Champagne Room, where for $100 you could have sex with a beautiful Asian girl, or even two, if you had the dough.

If you just wanted a quickie, you could drive down Forty Mark Strasse and pick out a prostitute hanging out on the side of the road, usually smoking a cigarette. She would hop in your car and give you a fast blowjob. Or if you were feeling particularly flexible and had a little extra cash, you could fuck her in the back seat of your tiny European car. Forty DeutscheMarks was about $32 when I first arrived; by the time I left, it was $18 due to the rapidly changing and favorable exchange rate.

There was a Red Light District in every major city in Europe. Some, like in Amsterdam, were famous and even the tourists wandered around ogling the beautiful girls sitting in their windows waiting for the next customer. Others, because of some ridiculous law or another, were more difficult to find. But eventually, I always found them. 

I had sex with hookers in almost every country in Western Europe. I had a few girlfriends, but nothing that lasted. Hookers never said no, never wanted to chat about how your day was, and never insisted that you engage in "the pursuit" before they agreed to climb in bed with you.

But I'm straying from the intent of this story. By the time I returned from Europe, I was addicted to prostitutes. I ended up in Las Vegas for awhile, where you could spend a whole night with a streetwalker for $50 or spend your life savings on a high class prostitute who charged thousands of dollars per hour. I tried some of both and everything in between, but although I had high class desires, I was on more of a $50 budget.

After a couple of years I transferred to Miami, where my salary finally approached high-class levels. You could find high-class hookers in Miami, but there were also a lot of the $50 variety as well. Northeast 79th street from Interstate 95 eastbound to US1was a treasure trove of streetwalking hookers who were usually more than enough to satisfy my basic instincts.

I tried marriage. Met a beautiful Cuban woman working in a bar I frequented. She was going to law school during the day and working the 7:00pm to 3:00am shift at the cocktail lounge I frequented. We started out flirting, moved on to more substantial conversation during slow times at the bar, had what we thought would be a one night stand, and ended up married about six months after we met. She was amazing in bed before we got married. After we spent $30,000 on a wedding and $25,000 on the honeymoon, she lost interest in sex and especially in the amazing blow jobs she had always been willing to give when she was busy reeling me in.

Driving home late one night after spending most of the afternoon and evening in a bar, I cruised down 79th Street and spotted a beautiful blond with huge tits and tight red shorts and couldn't help myself - I circled the block and pulled up next to her. 

"Want a date?" She asked when I rolled down my window. I wasn't interested in just a blow job. This girl was young, gorgeous, and a rarity on 79th Street - white. I don't mind black hookers at all. I have fucked hundreds of them, but on that night that white girl caught my eye because of the color of her skin. In that area the prostitutes were mostly black, and I had subconsciously decided if I was going to shatter my marriage vows, I wanted to do it with a white prostitute. 

I asked if she had a place nearby, and she indicated the run-down building she was standing in front of. She asked if I was a cop, and I assured her that I was not. "Forty for a blowjob, a hundred to suck and fuck," she said, chewing on her gum loudly. 

"Suck and fuck," I said and she opened the door and got in. We drove around the corner and parked and she led me into the "hotel" as she called it, and I admired her perfect ass as we walked up a flight of stairs. The stairwell was filthy and smelled of piss. She led me through a door at the top of the stairs that turned out to be a bathroom. There were three stalls in various states of destruction as well as three busted urinals on the wall. It was no cleaner than the rest of the place but there was an old leather sofa cushion on the floor which turned out to be where she plied her trade.

We took care of the finances, and she squatted down in front of me as I leaned back against the one remaining intact sink. She unsnapped and unzipped my pants and pulled them down, along with my boxers. I was already erect, and she smiled up at me and spit out her gum, and then took my cock in her right hand and wrapped her lips around it as she cupped my balls in her left.

She gave great head, and I had to stop her several minutes later before I came. She moved over to the sofa cushion and lay on her back, hiking up her skirt to reveal that she was not wearing panties. I shuffled over to her with my pants around my ankles and knelt on the front edge of the cushion. She reached down and guided my cock into her shaved pussy, which was surprisingly wet. I eased my cock inside her, she started making the obligatory noises, and I came about five minutes later. It was the early 80's then, and the fear of AIDS hadn't quite forced the streetwalker community into widespread use of condoms yet.

I stood up and she held out a hand for me to help her up. I pulled her to her feet and she pulled down her skirt and kissed me on the cheek. I pulled up my pants and boxers and gave her a $20 tip. I turned to walk out as she went to the broken mirror and began adjusting her makeup.

I went down to my car, circled the block, and parked about fifty yards away on the side street beside the hotel. She came outside a few minutes later and took up her station on the corner. About a minute later, someone else had stopped and soon thereafter she was leading him into the hotel. I sat and watched for almost two hours and she led eight different males into her love shack during that time period. I had decided after I left her the first time that I wanted to have a second round, so I had waited and watched until I was fully recharged. After she came back out and resumed her station, I pulled up to her and rolled down the window again.

"Want a date?" She asked in a bored voice, not even recognizing me. I said I did and we went through the same ritual and a few minutes later I was handing her another $100 in the dirty bathroom upstairs. There was a small pile of crumpled up Kleenex on the floor that I hadn't noticed before. I turned to the sink to wash my hands only to discover there was no running water. It was then I figured out why she had been so wet before - she was simply wiping off the outside of her pussy with Kleenex after each customer. The inside? Well, you get the picture.

She spit her gum out again, took my hard cock out of my pants, and gave me another outstanding blowjob. After a few minutes she stopped and went back to the cushion and lay back just like before. I once again shuffled over to join her, knelt, and she was soon guiding my cock into her even wetter pussy. I thrust forward into her, and she closed her eyes and laid back. I said I wanted to kiss her, and she informed me that would be another $10. I had to pull out, retrieve my wallet and pay her before we could continue. I re-entered her cunt and leaned forward to kiss her and she said, "Not on the mouth."

I kissed her cheeks and her neck while I fucked her, and I came about ten minutes later. Once again I helped her up, dressed, and gave her a tip after she kissed me on the cheek. As I was walking out she said "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

I drove home, feeling dirty physically and mentally, and kicking myself in the ass for cheating on my wife. When I got home I stripped naked, threw my clothes into the laundry hamper, and climbed into bed next to my sleeping wife. I fell asleep feeling sexually satisfied, but deeply unhappy.

All this is still not the point. You haven't yet met the title character of this story. All that has come before was simply to convince you that I actually have an addiction. In any other addiction, that night would have probably been labeled my "rock bottom," at which point with the proper help I could begin climbing out of the nightmare I was in. I haven't yet managed to find a cure, although a lot of years have passed since then. 

In the morning, my beautiful Cuban wife woke me up screaming at me and hitting me. I stumbled out of bed and into a corner, standing naked and trying to defend myself from the 120 pound monster she had turned into. She was so angry she was screaming at me in Spanish and I couldn't understand what she was saying. I did understand the language, but she was screaming and talking really fast so I had no clue why she was so upset.

She finally held up my white boxers and showed me a red stain. "There's fucking lipstick on your fucking boxers, you fucking prick," she said in English in a slightly less loud voice. Then she pointed at my crotch and screamed, "And you didn't even bother to wash your dick, hijo de puta!"

She stormed out of the house with my boxers and my shirt, which I found out later via her lawyer, also had lipstick on the collar. She had even had the presence of mind, before she turned into the satanic creature that had awoken me from a deep sleep, to take pictures of my lipstick-covered cock and the lipstick on my face. My lawyer advised me to settle quickly and she got just about everything.

So, many years and hundreds of hookers later, I was once again driving down 79th Street to the small apartment I had been living in since my divorce. It was almost 6:00am and I had been drinking since I got off work at midnight. Most of the hookers had called it a night, but those who were still out didn't appeal to me. I cruised up and down 79th Street a couple of times and then decided to head home.

I turned onto Biscayne Boulevard heading north. There was a Laundromat on the right-hand side about three blocks north of 79th Street. As I passed it I glimpsed a perfect ass in a miniskirt bent over in the parking lot. I slammed on my brakes for a better look, and the girl stood up and looked over her shoulder at me. She looked beautiful, and I immediately pulled into the parking lot. She stood back and waited while I eased up next to her and rolled down my window.

"Hi honey," she said in a slightly husky Hispanic accent, "you looking for a date?"

"I am," I replied.

"You're not a cop, are you?" She asked.

"No, not a cop," I replied for perhaps the thousandth time. "Just looking for some company."

"Well," she said as she opened the door and got in, "you're in luck. I was on my way home. If I hadn't had to stop and fix my shoe, I would have been gone already."

"I feel lucky," I responded, and she laughed, pulling the door closed behind her.

I took a close look at her while the interior light was on. She was very pretty and looked amazingly like the Hispanic actress Rosie Perez. She had curly, brown hair that hung just past her shoulders, brown eyes, high cheekbones, and big dimples. Her skin was light brown and what I could see was flawless. She didn't have big tits like Rosie Perez, but the short glimpse I'd managed of her ass and legs when she was bent over fixing her shoe had revealed they were perfect. She was wearing a pink mini-dress with no straps and when she sat in my car the skirt had ridden up just enough to show me the tops of her sheer black stockings. Black garter straps held the stockings in place and I wondered what the rest of her lingerie looked like as my cock swelled.

"You're gorgeous," I said and she laughed again.

"Thanks, handsome," she replied. "My name is Peaches."

She held out her hand and I shook it. "Mike," I lied.

"Well, Mike," she said as she reached a hand into my crotch and smiled when she felt my erection, "unfortunately, my roommate is already home so I can't invite you back to my place. I can offer you a blowjob for $60 and if you like it, maybe you can track me down tomorrow night for more."

When I said that sounded good, she told me to turn right out of the parking lot and gave me directions to a secluded cul-de-sac with no streetlights. I pulled over where she indicated and shut off my car. I leaned my chair back and she got on her knees and unsnapped and unzipped my slacks. I lifted my ass and slipped my pants and boxers down to my thighs. I was rock hard and I placed my hand on the back of her head as she lowered her face to my crotch, licking the head of my cock. She then wrapped her lips around my cock and started to lower her head, but then sat up.

"Almost forgot," she said with a smile, "cash first.

I reached down to the back pocket of my pants and did not feel my wallet. I tried the other back pocket and no luck there either. I started to panic and began fumbling in all my pockets, only to discover my wallet was not there. Peaches sat back and watched as I searched frantically. I pulled my boxers and pants back up, and then got out of my car so I could search the floorboards. Peaches was not happy about the light coming on while I looked, and told me to hurry.

My wallet was nowhere to be found. I looked at her and asked, "Did you take my wallet?"

"Fuck you," she replied. "I didn't take it."

"I just had it," I said, now convinced she had taken it when she had been groping me on the drive from the Laundromat.

"Well, I don't have it," she snapped, and opened her small purse to prove it wasn't in there. Then she pulled down the front of her mini-dress to show me it wasn't there, exposing her small breasts and huge nipples. Then she hiked up her skirt to show me it wasn't in her crotch either, revealing very sexy black lace panties and matching garter belt. She had a little nature trail of curly hair on her flat stomach that started just above her belly button and disappeared into the top of her panties.

I was hornier than ever, but I had no money. I apologized for accusing her, and asked if I could drop her off somewhere. She rearranged her clothing as I got back behind the wheel and started the car. She gave me directions to a group of rundown apartment buildings and told me to drop her at the curb. She stood there waiting for me to drive away before she turned and walked to her apartment, presumably so I wouldn't see where she lived.

I was so angry I couldn't stand it. I was extremely horny and had been thrilled to run into her so late. She was much better looking than the average streetwalker, and from what I had been able to see she'd had an amazing body. The brief period of time her full lips had been wrapped around my cock had convinced me that she was worth the money.

I drove home; still not completely convinced she hadn't somehow lifted my wallet. I thought about the hassle of losing my wallet - all the calls I would have to make to cancel credit and debit cards, get a new voter ID, and a trip to the dreaded Department of Motor vehicles for a new driver's license. And I hadn't even gotten a blow job. I was definitely not happy about the way my night had ended.

When I arrived home I made a pot of coffee and started calling my credit card companies. I had canceled two of my three credit cards when I remembered the last time I had seen my wallet was when I paid for my expensive drink tab from the bar. I decided to postpone making any more calls until the bar opened and I could call and see if I'd left my wallet there. They knew me pretty well and I thought that if I had left it there I had a good chance of getting it back intact.

I crawled into bed and jacked off, fantasizing about Peaches' perfect ass.

I woke up just after noon and called the bar. Sure enough, I had left my wallet on the bar and they were holding it for me. I told them I would be in later to pick it up, and then I planned my night. I would go to the bar about 8:00, have a few drinks, and then go looking for Peaches about midnight. 

I spent the day, which was Saturday, cleaning my apartment, paying some bills, and went for a run in the early evening. After a shower I dressed and headed to the bar. I collected my wallet, very thankful that Peaches hadn't stolen it, and spent the next five hours drinking with my usual crowd. When I realized the time, I paid my bill and headed out. Everyone was surprised that I left so early.

I cruised up and down 79th Street for the next three hours looking for Peaches but never found her. I even stopped and asked another hooker if she knew Peaches. 

"I can be Peaches for you if you want," she replied, "but I don't know anybody by that name."




Peaches and Cream



Frustrated, I decided to call it a night and turned onto US1 to head home to my apartment in North Miami Beach. Just before I got to the Laundromat where I had seen Peaches the night before, a pretty black hooker flashed her tits at me and I pulled over.

"Want a date?" She asked.

"Actually," I replied, 'you're very beautiful, but I was wondering if you knew a girl named Peaches."

"I know Peaches," she said. "But she went home with a john and he paid her for the night. She won't be back out."

"Thanks," I said, disappointed. I put the car in gear.

"Don't go away baby," she said, pulling her top down again to reveal her large tits. "You know Peaches doesn't have tits like these."

I was horny as hell but I had my heart set on finding Peaches again and continuing what we'd started the night before.

"Sixty dollars for the best blowjob you've ever had," she said, "shaking her tits up and down. Hundred for a little suck and fuck, or you can take me home for the rest of the night for two hundred and do anything you want except anal. That's another hundred." 

I was too horny to say no. She was by far the best looking hooker I'd seen so far that night, and it was getting late.

"Get in," I said, and told her I wanted to take her home for the rest of the night. She reached over and grabbed my crotch as I drove home. She did give an excellent blow job, but I ended up spending the extra hundred anyway.

Over the next three weeks, I looked for Peaches every night. She was nowhere to be found, although I had added the first few blocks of US1 north of 79th street to my nightly cruise. I had discovered that some of the newer girls liked the area better because of the bad reputation that 79th street hookers had acquired. I had to admit that the girls on US1 were better looking, and I fucked several of them during my quest for Peaches.

Just as I was about to give up hope of ever seeing her again, I saw her getting into a car in the Laundromat parking lot just before I drove up. I was pissed that I'd missed her, but I pulled into the parking lot hoping she would return after a quickie. She didn't come back during the next two hours that I sat there, and the cops finally ran me off.

The next night, success! I saw Peaches on the corner just north of the Laundromat. She had just gotten out of a Cadillac, once again about 6:00am. She was looking into a small mirror and fixing her makeup. I managed to pull up to her in front of another car that had just made a U-turn. Apparently, she was very popular. She was wearing a black mini-skirt and white top, with fishnet stockings and knee high leather boots. She looked amazing when she leaned down to my open passenger-side window. 

"Well, hello again, Mike," she said, smiling. "Did you remember to bring your wallet this time?"

"Sorry about that," I replied, "I left it at a bar."

"You wanna finish what we started last time?"

"Absolutely," I replied. She opened the door and climbed in, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek.

"Heard you've been looking for me," she said with a smile. "That's sweet."

"I have been looking for you every night since then," I said seriously.

She looked over at me. "Why?" She asked.

I shrugged. "I wanted to apologize, for one thing. I wanted that blowjob, mainly. And I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

Peaches studied my face for a moment, and then asked me if I remembered the way. I did, and we pulled into the little cul-de-sac a few minutes later. I handed over $60, and Peaches smiled and tucked it into her purse, removing a wrapped condom at the same time. Peaches got up on her knees as I slid my pants and boxers down to my thighs, and she kissed the head of my cock before slipping the condom on and rolling it down. Then she took my hard cock in one hand and lowered her lips around my shaft.

It was an amazing blowjob, even better than I thought it would be. Peaches used her lips and tongue to maximize my pleasure, at the same time stroking my shaft and fondling my balls. She was also accomplished at deep-throat, and could completely swallow my thick 7 ½ inch cock for lengthy periods of time. She had to work for her money though - I didn't come until about 15 minutes after she started. 

After I had spurted into the condom, she retrieved a Kleenex from her purse and removed the condom from my slowly shrinking cock. She cleaned up my cock with the Kleenex, and then gave the head of my cock another kiss before sitting back down and arranging her clothes. I handed her another $40, and she leaned across and kissed me on the lips. 

"Thanks, sweetie," she said. "I'm glad you found your wallet. And that your stalking me for the past three weeks was not because you're a serial killer. I was getting a little creeped out when someone told me almost every night that you were looking for me."

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess that was a little stalker-like."

I started the car and drove back to Peaches' apartment complex. This time she directed me to her building and I dropped her at the front door.

"I'd love to see you again, Peaches," I said as she opened the car door. "Maybe spend an entire night with you."

"Are you sure?" She asked. 

I wasn't sure what she meant by that but I said, "Damn sure. You're gorgeous, and I want to explore the rest of you."

Peaches smiled, somewhat sadly I thought, but she consulted a small notebook and said she was available the following Saturday night from midnight on. Apparently she had a lot of customers who liked to spend the night with her.

"It will be a thousand for the night," she said, "which will get you far more than you bargained for."

I told her I couldn't wait, and that I would see her at midnight the following Saturday. She looked like she wanted to say something more, but then smiled and kissed me on the lips again and got out. I watched her ass sway from side-to-side as she walked up the stairs to her second floor apartment and my cock grew hard again. When she had opened the door, she turned and blew me a kiss, and then went inside and closed the door.

My addiction got the best of me that week and I got blowjobs from five different hookers over the course of three nights. 

Saturday night I showered, shaved, and dressed in a good pair of jeans and a polo shirt. I arrived at Peaches apartment right on time. I walked up the stairs and knocked, but there was no answer. Just then a car pulled into the parking lot and stopped behind mine. Peaches got out of the passenger side and said goodnight to the john behind the wheel, then smiled and waved up at me as she closed the door. The car reversed out of the parking lot and I watched as she walked forward and started up the stairs, reaching inside her purse for her keys. 

Peaches was wearing a red leather mini-dress with thin straps, sheer red stockings, and red stiletto heels. She looked stunning and my cock swelled as I watched approach. She smiled again as she reached me, kissed me on the cheek, and then opened the door and invited me in. I watched her perfect ass as she walked inside.

She pointed to the small kitchen. "Make us a drink while I clean up," she said, "I'll have a Cuba Libre."

I went into the kitchen as she walked down a short hallway and entered a room on the left, closing the door behind her. She had a few bottles of high-end Rum, but they would be wasted in a mixed drink, so I used the Bacardi and mixed two Cuba Libres, rummaging through her refrigerator for the Coke and lime. I took the drinks back into the living room and sat on the sofa, placing the glasses on the coffee table.

Peaches came out about 15 minutes later and walked into the living room. She had removed the mini-dress, and was now wearing only a red leather and lace corset, sheer red lace panties and matching garter belt, the sheer stockings and red stilettos. She looked stunning.

She smiled and stood in front of me and slowly turned in a full circle, allowing me admire her hot body. The stockings and heels made her legs look incredible, her ass I've already raved about, and the corset made her small breasts look bigger. The mocha-colored skin that I could see was flawless. She really was very beautiful.

Peaches sat beside me on the couch. I handed her drink to her and we clinked glasses and took a sip. "Excellent," she pronounced and turned to me. 

"Money first, Mike," she said with a smile. "Need to make sure you didn't lose your wallet again."

I laughed and removed ten brand new $100 bills from my wallet that I had withdrawn from the bank the day before and handed them to her. Peaches folded the bills in half and slipped them down into her corset.

"So," she began, "in the last four weeks you have had sex with just about every girl I know, including three last week. You're currently the talk of the street."

"I guess you guys compare notes more than I thought," I said with a laugh.

She nodded. "We do. Actually, they've been talking about you for years. What's your story?"

"I just prefer prostitutes. Makes life less complicated," I replied.

"Expensive habit," Peaches stated and took a sip of her drink.

"It can be," I replied. "So what do the girls say about me?"

"That you've been coming around for years," Peaches said, "and you're always a perfect gentleman, you're never rough, you always tip well, and that you have a great body and a very nice cock which, and when you actually want more than just a bj, you really know how to use it."

"All that? I asked, wonderingly.

"Well, and the fact that you've been stalking me like a crazy man for the past several weeks!"

We talked for a few more minutes and finished our drinks. Peaches stood and held out her hand. I took it and stood up, and she led me to the bedroom. After closing the door she told me to remove my clothes, and stood watching while I did so. When I stood naked next to her bed she smiled at me and said "you certainly do have a nice cock!"

"What can I do for you, Mike?" she asked as she placed a finger on my upper chest and slid it slowly downward, letting it linger on my left nipple for a moment.

"Everything," I said, enjoying the heat of her fingertip as she slowly circled my nipple.

"Be a little more specific," she said with a laugh.

"I like to kiss and cuddle," I said. "Lots of touching and caressing. When I spend a lot of time with a girl I like to try and give her pleasure. I like giving oral as well as receiving it, and I like vaginal and anal intercourse."

"You sound like the perfect man," she whispered in her sexy voice, pressing her body against mine. "I'm going to let you give me lots of pleasure. First, though, lay on the bed on your stomach and I'll give you a massage."

I did as she instructed as she retrieved a few items from a night stand drawer and lined them up within easy reach on a shelf on the headboard. I saw a bottle of massage oil, a tube of Astroglide, and three butt plugs that ranged in size from small to very large. It was starting to look like I'd made a good investment.

Peaches joined me on the bed, straddling my upper thighs. "Great ass," she said as she reached for the massage oil.

Peaches squirted some oil into her palm and warmed it by rubbing her hands together, and then she leaned forward slightly and began kneading the muscles of my upper back. She had surprisingly strong fingers, and it felt wonderful as she worked the stress out of my knotted muscles. She gradually worked her way down my back, rubbing every inch of my skin. The oil was the warming variety, and as she rubbed it in it actually became warmer. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasurable feelings she was giving me with her hands.

I lost track of time as the warm sensation flowed down my back. When she reached my lower back she applied additional oil and worked it in, rubbing both sides of my spine and my upper butt cheeks, gradually working down to my upper thighs. I sighed with pleasure as she ran an oiled finger down my butt crack and over my anus, and then back up again.

"How does that feel, Mike," she asked in a husky whisper as her fingers worked deep into my butt cheeks.

"Amazing," I replied.

Peaches spread my cheeks and ran her thumbs down my crack, one after the other. She pressed both thumbs gently into my perineum and rubbed slowly in gentle circles. Her knuckles brushed against my scrotum lightly and I could feel pre-cum oozing out of my cock. Peaches moved one thumb back to my butt crack and slid it up slowly until pausing with it pressing against my asshole. She continued to gently massage my perineum as she applied gentle pressure with the thumb pressing against my anus. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I moaned and said "That feels wonderful!"

Peaches applied more pressure and suddenly her thumb slipped into my asshole. I cried out and Peaches said, "Shhhh, just relax. Relax and enjoy."

I was very relaxed, but I hadn't had anything in my asshole since my ex-wife used to strap-on a dildo and butt fuck me. No matter how ready you think you are for that type of intimacy, there is still a little pain involved. It wasn't unpleasant though, and I didn't mind a bit when Peaches worked her thumb in deeper.

Pleasure was rippling up my spine as Peaches gently worked her entire thumb into my ass, still massaging my perineum with her other hand. My sphincter was rippling around her thumb and I told her it felt great. She worked her thumb around in my ass for several minutes and I loved it. I was leaking pre-cum into her bed sheets.

Peaches leaned forward and down and kissed me on the cheek and then the ear, and then retrieved the Astroglide and the smallest butt plug from the headboard. I tried to stay relaxed, but knowing she was going to stick that thing in my ass caused me to tense up a little. She whispered soothingly in my ear and reached forward with the hand that had been massaging my perineum and cupped my scrotum. She also re-inserted her thumb into my asshole and gently moved it around in a circular motion, and I once again relaxed.

I was disappointed when Peaches removed her thumb from my ass and let go of my balls. I could hear her applying the lube and rubbing it all over the butt plug. She reached down and spread my ass cheeks again and worked some lube into my asshole, and then I felt the end of the butt plug press up against my puckered hole. She pressed it forward firmly and it slid in easily. Fortunately the first one wasn't much bigger around than her thumb, but when the widest part stretched me before slipping all the way in, it burned a little.

Peaches reached back between my legs and once again cupped my balls with her oily left hand, rubbing gently as she worked the butt plug around inside my asshole. It felt absolutely amazing and I told her so.

"This is only the beginning, baby," she whispered in her sexy voice. Trust me; you're going to love this."

I was certainly loving it so far, and although it technically wasn't the anal intercourse I'd had in mind when I told her I liked it, who was I to complain?

Peaches worked the butt plug around in my ass for about 15 minutes while fondling my balls and cock with her other hand. When she removed the plug from my ass, I was disappointed. Peaches didn't waste much time getting the medium plug lubed and inserted into my ass though. My asshole spread wide as she gently eased the wide part past my sphincter and it hurt, but only for a few minutes. Then the waves of pleasure were rippling outward from my anus and through my entire body. 

A half hour later she was working the large butt plug into my ass. It was huge - about five and half inches long and four inches in circumference. I didn't think she would be able to get it in me, but after several minutes of trying and lots of lube, I cried out as the wide part finally slipped past my sphincter and my asshole slammed shut around the base of the butt plug. Peaches whispered in my ear that I was doing great and she was so excited by my willingness to let her play with my ass.

Peaches stood and removed her panties but I couldn't see her because she did it behind me. She climbed back up on the bed and began working the huge butt plug around in my asshole. I was moaning softly as it massaged my prostate and I came a little into the bed sheets. I lost track of time, I was so immersed in the pleasure. However, far too soon Peaches was gently easing the massive butt plug out of my asshole. It hurt again, briefly, as the wide part spread me wide, but then the pain was gone and my sphincter rippled as it quickly readjusted.

Peaches moved forward with her legs still straddling my thighs. She spread my butt cheeks again and ran the tip of her index finger around the outer ring of my asshole. It felt so amazing I didn't want it to stop. She leaned forward and whispered, "Just one more thing for your tight ass, baby."

I hadn't seen anything else but assumed she had retrieved another toy from somewhere. She moved forward a little further, holding my ass cheeks spread wide, and I felt something warm and hard nudge against my asshole. I was so relaxed and well-prepared that I didn't even flinch when she gently but firmly moved her hips forward and inserted the item into my asshole. It slid in without pain, and she kept pressing forward, filling my asshole without the previous stretching of the butt plugs. It was warm and fit perfectly.

"That feels so fucking good, Peaches," I breathed, enjoying the waves of pleasure radiating outward from my asshole. "What is that?"

"This one is all me, sweetie," she purred in my ear. "I'm glad you like it."

At first I didn't comprehend what she was telling me. As she slowly eased back and then moved her hips forward it again, it began to dawn on me what she meant. A flood of emotion shot through me, but I didn't react physically, other than to continue enjoying the pleasure of the moment. I examined my feelings, first wondering why I didn't seem to be upset by what was happening to me.

First of all, it felt amazing. I hadn't had a real cock in my ass for over 20 years, since before I got married. It's not that I was opposed to the idea; I just hadn't actively wanted or sought to have sex with other men during that time. I think I mentioned earlier that I'd had a long gay relationship when I was in high school. Except for that relationship, all the gay sex I'd enjoyed previously had been by chance encounter. It was not something I ever planned and I wasn't usually sexually attracted to other males. For instance, with very few exceptions, I had never just looked at another man and thought that I wanted to fuck him, or be fucked by him. I didn't look at males on TV and think about having sex with them like I did females. There were a few exceptions, but not many.

Second, Peaches was at the very least a cross dresser, but far more likely she was a transsexual. She was far too beautiful to just be a man who dressed up in women's clothes, and her body looked - what little I had seen of it - far too feminine. She had obviously had some work done and it showed. I had viewed plenty of internet porn featuring sexy transsexuals and I had always found it to be a huge turn-on, but it had remained merely a fantasy and not one I had ever acted upon. I wasn't opposed to having sex with a cross dresser or transsexual; I had simply never acted on that particular fantasy.

Third, I was hugely attracted to Peaches from the minute I had first seen her perfect ass, even though it was completely covered. I had wanted to fuck her from the minute I set eyes on her, and nothing she had said or done to this point had changed that opinion.

Fourth, have I mentioned how amazing her cock felt in my ass? I couldn't have stopped her then no matter how I felt about the situation. 

While all those thoughts raced through my head, Peaches had continued to fuck me. Her cock did not feel particularly large, and there was zero pain associated with what she was doing to me. In fact, the pleasure was nearly overwhelming. My cock was continuously oozing pre-cum. I didn't want her to stop no matter what.




Peaches and Cream



"That feels incredible," I finally concluded out loud.

"Oh, baby," Peaches said in her husky voice, "I'm so glad you like it. Your tight ass feels so good!"

Peaches fucked me for the next several minutes and the pleasure just kept intensifying. She continued to whisper reassuringly in my ear, and then she picked up the pace and began breathing more heavily. She began grunting as she thrust her cock into my ass harder and harder as her balls slapped against my own.

"Ohhhhh, baby," she cried, "I'm coming!

Suddenly hot cum was flooding my insides. It felt wonderful, and I briefly wondered how I could have deprived myself of that intensity of pleasure for so long. Peaches' hot sperm jetted several times deep inside me, and I felt my own cum oozing out of my cock. I had a brief moment of panic when I realized she hadn't used a condom, but it was too late to worry about that right then.

When Peaches' stopped spurting, she lay forward onto my back with her cock still inside me. Her warmth covered me like a blanket, and she breathed heavily in my ear. Her shrinking cock finally eased out of my asshole and I felt a sense of loss that was almost physically painful that I had never experienced before. Finally Peaches rolled off of my back and I rolled up on my side to face her. I looked down at her flaccid cock which was still oozing cum, and reached down and gently touched it.

She smiled at me. "You never know how a guy is going to react when they find out," she said.

"That was pretty damn bold," I replied. "How did you know I wouldn't turn violent?"

"Because the word on the street is you're always a gentleman," she responded and kissed my lips lightly. "I figured even if you didn't want to continue when you realized, you wouldn't get violent."

"But this was much different. None of them were transsexuals."

Peaches looked into my eyes. "You're kidding right?" she asked, her disbelief plain to hear. "Half the girls you've picked up in the past four weeks have been transsexuals. The ones who always insist on blowjobs? You seriously didn't know?"

I thought about that for a few moments and then laughed.

"Once you stuck your cock in me, I couldn't have stopped you if I tried," I said, running my hand down her hip. "It felt way to amazing."

"Thanks for giving me a chance, Mike," she said and kissed me again, this time darting her tongue forward into my mouth. 

"You've got about four hours left," Peaches said a few minutes later. "What would you like to do next?"

Just then there was a soft tap on the door. Peaches smiled and called "Come in!"

The door opened and a tall blond with huge tits and a large bulge in her panties entered the room, smiling.

I looked at Peaches and she smiled and said "Say hello to Cream."

* * * * *

So, the good news is I am finally cured of my addiction to prostitutes. The only problem with that is now I am addicted to transsexual prostitutes. I scour the internet and magazines with personal advertisements, seeking transsexuals anywhere I can find them. I have traveled the world to have sex with some of the most beautiful transsexuals on the planet. I go to Brazil and Thailand three or four times a year to enjoy their richly deserved reputation as having the best, most beautiful, and most passable transsexuals in the world. What they definitely have is the "most." I spend more money on transsexual hookers than I ever spent on a cocaine habit I had back in the mid-80's.

My friends, if they realized the depths of my addiction, would most likely insist on some type of intervention if there is such a thing for my particular addiction. The only problems with that scenario - all my friends are prostitutes.



Peaches



Brandy was the most helpful, and it wasn't long before they'd become close friends. One afternoon Brandy suggested that they meet at the club early the next morning before opening. Laura could then use the stage to practice on. Laura had thought they'd be alone but they never were, she had never realized before how much work it took getting a club open for business. Laura was a little apprehensive about dancing on the stage, especially with people watching, but it wasn't long before that initial stage fright passed. Laura never removed her cloths, always just going through the motions.

Thinking back Laura had to admit she wasn't very good at first. But with Brandy's and some of the other strippers help she improved fast. Brandy talked Laura into deciding on a custom to wear, which they picked out together, a sequins dress, a pair of skimpy thongs and a pair of pumps. Laura hadn't worn heals for a long time, being wearing them made her taller then David, much less heals that were almost four inches, she even surprised herself on how easy it was to adjust to dancing in heals. And wearing the outfit seemed to improve her performance even more, Laura really started to feel the part of a stripper. 

Then one morning, Brandy told her it was time to put the whole act together and actually take her cloths off. Surprising even herself when she readily agreed. Although she was somewhat apprehensive when Brandy said she needed an audience, she didn't verbally object when all the employees sat down to watch. It didn't go quite as well as Laura had wanted but everyone else had felt she'd done wonderful. She even surprised herself as she stood there naked getting pointers from the employees who had watched. It wasn't like it felt natural to be naked in front of these people, it didn't, but she did like the feeling it gave her, the same feeling she'd had when she'd stripped that one amateur night, very turned on. So much so that later in the day when she'd ended up at Brandy's apartment, she'd readily excepted Brandy's advances, then making love for hours before going home at well past midnight. 

Laura was pleasantly surprised when the club manager offered her a job, she felt it was quite a complement. Thinking to herself she couldn't seriously consider taking the job but telling the manger that she'd think about doing just that. On her way home from Brandy's apartment that night, Laura decided she could take the job, in fact she knew she really wanted to take it. Laura resolved that she'd talk to David about it, feeling sure he'd object but at least she had to give it a try. She was sure that David would agree to her stripping once, maybe even a few times but she was equally sure he'd be against her becoming a stripper.

The next night Laura tried to talk to David about her stripping. He just wouldn't pay enough attention to what she was saying. Granted at first Laura had been vague about what the new job was, but finally out of exasperation she just told David outright that she wanted to become a stripper. When he just said huh, she gave up. Laura tried two more times that week, and was intending to try again on Saturday. David had promised Laura a long weekend away, she'd made reservations at a beach side hotel. Laura was sure in that atmosphere he'd listen to her. To her disappointment, Friday night while she was packing David told her he'd forgotten his promise and he had set up an important meeting for Saturday morning, maybe they could go next weekend. 

The next morning after David had left for work, Laura drove over to Rusty's. She went right to the manager's office, told him she'd take him up on his offer of a job. For the last six months she'd been working four week days along with Saturdays, from eleven in the morning until five in the afternoon. She hadn't regretted taking the job once. She had liked her job at the add agency but this was a job she loved, maybe she'd become like Brandy and most of the other strippers, growing tired of it but at least for now she loved it. It wasn't as much a sexual turn on as it was at first, but there were times when some guy would catch her eye. There'd be something about him that would attract her, those days she'd get really hot. 

Jeff had been one such man, and though he'd been back to the club many times after that first day, Laura would always be turned on when he'd be there. Lately they'd been seeing each other outside of the club to, at first just for a cup of coffee after work, then dinner on those nights David worked late. Last week Laura had cooked him dinner at Brandy's apartment, it's was that night their relationship had turned physical. It was all Laura could do to keep from making love to him. Even Laura couldn't understand why she hadn't made love to Jeff. She wasn't having sex with David, he just wasn't interested much, the few times a month he was, Laura felt so much resentment that she just couldn't stand his touch. 

It was that realization that she loved David, while at the same time resenting him, that made her decide to invite him to the club. It was the only plan she could come up with, she felt maybe he'd see her as he once had, be filled with those same passions. He'd surely see that she was desirable to other men, and hopefully he'd realize that if he didn't change things, he'd loss her to someone. When Debbie called, it was Laura's resentment that was more powerful then her love, pushing Laura to follow thought with her threat about a fantasy that may be more then David could live with. 

She first told Brandy that she wanted to do the act they'd been working on. Brandy though shocked didn't object, hopefully Brandy thought, David won't take our act as well as Laura thinks he well. Brandy, knowing how unhappy Laura was, along with being in love with Laura, had been trying to get Laura to move in with her for over a month now, maybe tonight that would happen. 

Then she called Jeff, telling him to come to the club tonight, everything was on her, he didn't need any money. When Jeff asked what everything included. Laura said, "Everything means everything, drinks, a lap dances, money for tips, and tonight your wish about getting me into the private room comes true and you don't even have to pay for it." 

Jeff responded with, "Don't waste your money, forget the private room, last week was better then any naked lap dance. Why don't you come to my place when you get off, we can do some real private stuff there."

"Be nice lover, tonight you may find out that for special people, some pretty private things happen in those private rooms. Don't worry about the money, I plan on having someone else pay for us to be alone tonight, doesn't that sound like fun to you, we play someone else pays." Laura said laughingly as she hung up the phone.

Lastly Laura decided that she was going to forget her tamed down act. She was going to do the same act that had made her the number one draw among all the clubs that opened to serve the lunch crowd. Maybe she'd even improvise and get downright wicked. 

Wondering where Laura was David started to search the room with his eyes. He didn't spot Laura but he did see some dancers mingling with the crowd, playing the men for tips. When one of the dancers passed him with a guy in tow he realized that he'd sat down with the lap dancing couches to his back. To excited to be embarrassed, David changed chairs, that way he could watch the stage, the room and the couches without turning all the way around. He hadn't realized it before but there were already two dancers giving lap dances. These lady were sensual, they weren't just lap dancing they were rubbing there bodies all over their clients bodies. As he watched the to couples already into their dance, both strippers removed their tops one herself, while the other allowed her client to do so. Both stripper seemed to allow the man they were with the freedom to touch them, touching all the bare flesh they cared to including the dancers buns. Stopping them only when the man they were with tried to touch their breasts or reach between there legs. As David watched the new comers seemed to move at a much faster pace then the other to. When that stripper's man put his hand on her breast she allowed it to remain there, then leaned into him and whispered something into his ear. Shortly after that David watched the two of them walk hand in hand to the other side of the room then through one of the doorways there.

When David's waitress came back he asked her what those rooms were. She laughed a little, David guessed at his naiveté in having to ask, she told him they were the VIP rooms. Out of curiosity David asked her how much it cost to go into one. The waitress told him there were two prices, fifty for the semiprivate room, one hundred and fifty if you wanted a private room. When David asked her what went on in those rooms she again laughed. "I guess if you want to find out you'll have to spend some money won't you. You do have money of your own don't you, or does Peaches pay for everything." Handing her a five dollar bill, David winked and said, "I have just enough to keep you happy. Maybe I'll have Peaches take me to one." With a look of pity on her face, the waitress said, "I did hear Peaches say she was taking someone to a private room tonight. Your kind of cute to, but your a bit short and skinny for Peaches, she seems to like tall well built men, if you were Peaches only guest tonight, maybe you'd have a chance, but my money's on that hunk over there." Pointing out a tall rugged looking guy sitting a few tables away from David. 

David was bewildered by the waitress's last statement, this was just a game Laura was playing with him, wasn't it? What did she mean by Peaches only guest. David almost yelled, "Damn it, I'm Peaches' husband, if anyone goes to a private room with her it's going to be me." Stopping himself just in time, David thought "This is just another one of Laura games, she's baiting me into making a fool of myself, I'm not biting." David knew that he was lying to himself, the bouncer, the waitress, the engraved invitation, and then seeing Brandy on the stage he knew Laura really was a stripper here. He didn't know how that had happened, he didn't even know why but he wasn't stupid, he knew this was no longer a game. 

The though crossed his mind that maybe she really would take someone else to one of the private rooms, the thought of that instantly completed what Brandy had started and now he was completely hard. But looking at the guy his waitress had pointed out turned his stomach, and he started feeling a building of rage from somewhere inside of him. The thought that Laura had asked him to bring that extra $170 was somewhat calming, that would be $150 for a private room for the two of them and $20 left for a lap dance. Not really comprehending his acceptance of Laura as a stripper but thinking the waitress was wrong, Laura was planning on taking him to the private room not someone else was calming. 

As David was frantically searched the room trying to find Laura, the DJ started to announce the next dancer. "Ladies and gents, if your one of Rusty's lunch and early afternoon crowd our next dancer needs no introduction, if not, your in for one dazzling exhibition in the art of seduction. Please give a welcome to Rusty's very own Peaches." 

At the end of the announcement the stage lights went completely out, and the general lighting was cut in half. Almost as if it was a magic show, there at the back of the stage silhouetted from the light of the door she'd just emerged from was a lone figure. As the music started, Peaches began undulating to the slow drum like beat of the music. As the door behind was closed the light of the translucent floor bathed her longs legs with a reddish glow. As David's eyes followed her long legs up her body it was obvious that her short dress just barely covered her sex. The dress fit like a second skin, and was covered in black sequins, these seemed to be array of colors from a deep violet to almost red. With each move of her body, her dress seem to shimmer and change colors as the light from below illuminated it. As his eye continued upward he saw that the dress was cut so low it just barely covered her breasts. 

It was impossible for David to know for sure if the woman dancing was his wife, Laura. But seeing that she seemed to have very short hair, he began to think that this was someone else. David slumped in disappointment but inwardly he sighed in relief, while the idea of watching his wife strip in front of strangers was erotic, he also felt somehow cheated that she would do so. That monster jealousy seemed to have more power over him then he'd ever imagined possible, jealousy that other man would see his wife as only he saw her, jealousy that somehow in those moments on stage and more so those moments that she'd be naked, they'd possess her, ever though only visually. She had been his, he'd felt he could share that but in the here and now he found that sharing to be most unappealing. 

Just as the tempo of the music picked up so did the lighting above the stage. David stared in disbelieve, it was Laura, she'd only pinned her hair up making it appear short. Looking at her he completely forgot about the club, the sounds of the other men. He was seeing Laura as he hadn't in a long time, a truly beautiful women. 

Laura was tall with long slender legs, her hips were shapely without any hint of fat, tapering down to a narrow waist, her tummy was flat and he knew firm to the touch, her breast though not large were in his mind the most perfect he'd ever seen. Her shoulders though some what broad seemed only to enhance her beauty, and then her neck, long and lien. But her true beauty was in her face, Laura month was large with full succulent lips, her teeth straight and white. Her checks were high like those of so many fashion models, her nose was long but refined. Laura's eyes truly were the window to her soul, the color seemed to vary along with Laura's mood, dark blue when she was angry to a greenish blue when she was happy. When she was sexually aroused they'd become almost green, then as she'd orgasms they'd become an almost translucent blue green. He loved looking at Laura's eyes after they'd made love it was as if you could see right though them into her soul. Her hair like it now was made her seem so elegant, accentuating her long neck and face. She'd always worn it long, when he'd met her it was to her waist, now cut to the middle of her back. The slow sensual movement of her body only enhanced her beauty. 

David was brought back to reality when there was a complete change in the music. The music now had a very heavy up tempo beat, he watch as Laura unpinned her hair, running her fingers through it while shacking her head to loosen it. The change in Laura's hair seemed to bring about a complete metamorphose, changing her from a sensual elegant creature to a wantonly sexual animal. David watched as Laura's movement changed with the music, where before they were sensual, now they seemed planetary sexual. Each movement seemed to be emphasized with something sexual about them, the movement of her hips or thrusting out her breasts. As she neared the center of the main stage she lifted her arm taking a hold of the pole well about her head. To the beat of the music Laura seductively moved her body up and down the pole, just as she would a lover. The crowd was going wild, cheers, cat calls and the ever chant of take it off, take it off. 

As she let go of the pole her hands caressed her body. First moving up and down her sides then to her breast, caressing them, massaging them, then pushing them up almost as if she were trying to expose them to the crowd. Then her hands moved to she stomach rubbing herself in a circular motions, while her hips swayed to the beat of the music. Her hands continued downward over her hip then her sex, her thighs and finally to her inner thighs, 

Slowly she moved her hands up to the edge of her dress, all the while increasing the moments of her hips. Continuing upward she brought the hem of her dress up exposing the briefest of thongs that David had ever seem, they barley covered her vulva. Then with one hand she pulled her thong upward reveling her lips for all to see. With the fingers of her other hand she gently ran them up and down her sex, simulating masturbating herself, in David's mind it wasn't a simulation at all. As much as David hated it, he couldn't help feeling sexually stimulated, for the moment jealousy had been replaced with lust. Then Laura flattened her hand, while at the same time changing the motion of her hips to movement mimicking intercourse, then running her hand up and down her sex. It was an amazing display and although David didn't consciously realize it, not once did Laura lose beat with the music. 

Dancing to the stage farthest from David, Laura repeated what she'd done on center stage, varying it somewhat. She then moved to the pole on that far corner of that stage, holding it high she bent at the knee sliding slowly down the pole, with her rear facing the crowd, as she did cheers rose from that side of the room. Though David could not see, he knew their cheers were because knelling that way she had exposed her buttocks to that side of the room, he didn't have to see to know that the dress she was wearing was to short to hide anything. As she danced her way to David's side of the stage she did the same on each of the runway poles. Giving those sitting there a chance to see her rear. 

When Laura reached David's stage area she repeated her act except this time instead of pulling her thongs up she pulled them to the side, exposing herself completely, the men on his side of the room went wild. Not once did Laura make eye contract with David, which David interpreted as shame, not knowing that Laura had decided to add something to her routine, and only then would her eyes meet David's. 

At the point in her routine that David felt Laura would work her way back to center stage, she danced over to the pole next to his table. Taking hold of the pole, Laura looked right into David's eyes, and started to make love to the pole, she moved her hips as if she was having intercourse, rubbing her vulva against the pole in simulated sex. David knew that this wasn't simulated at all, he knew that look, he could see the change in her eyes, Laura was making love. Not to the pole, not for him, not to him, she was making love to the crowd, maybe even to the very idea that she could create so much lust. David like everyone else in that crowd was lost in that lust. The room noise almost vanished as all watched Laura perform a completely sexual act, almost to the point of being pornographic. 

As David watched he saw what he was sure almost everyone else in that crowd saw, his wife having an orgasm, he saw it in her body, but even more he saw it in her eyes. As lustful as he felt he couldn't stop the pain that caused, that orgasm wasn't because of him nor for him, it wasn't really because of the crowd either, it was Laura's, all Laura's. Not even Laura's, he knew his Laura was gone, the woman on that stage wasn't Laura, she truly was Peaches.

David had never felt such loss, it seemed to David everything had vanished, replaced only with an empty painful feeling. For in that moment, David realized that he'd lost more then all the money, prestige, or power the world could ever bring him. He'd lost Laura. Laura could have been his for ever, Laura could have been content with him as her soul mate, her lover, her husband and her best friend. In a way he could possess Laura, not his possession for the taking but a possession freely given. Peaches could never be possessed, other things possessed Peaches. David wondered if Peaches could ever love him the way Laura had, he wondered if that woman on that stage loved him at all, the thought that she did scared him but the thought that she didn't terrified him.